The Feast Of The Virgins – The Feast Of The Virgins (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
The sun sails high in his azure realms;Beneath the arch of the breezy elmsThe feast is spread by the murmuring ...
The sun sails high in his azure realms;Beneath the arch of the breezy elmsThe feast is spread by the murmuring ...
The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,The spirits walk in the realms of airWith their glowing faces and flaming hair,And ...
FAR in the west, where still the red man heldHis rights unrifled, dwelt an aged chief,With his young daughter. Joyous ...
By the wayside, on a mossy stone, Sat a hoary pilgrim, sadly musing;Oft I marked him sitting there alone. All the landscape, ...
The twilight o'er Italia's sky Had spread a shadowy veil, And one by one the solemn stars Looked forth, serene and pale; As quietly ...
Died at Hartford, August 4th, 1861; and his wife, Mrs. ELIZA STORRSTRUMBULL, the night after his funeral.Death's shafts fly thick, ...
They are all gone, but one.—A daughter and a sonWere, from my parents, early taken away;And my own childhood's joyWas ...
I cannot make him dead! His fair sunshiny head Is ever bounding round my study-chair; Yet, when my eyes, now ...
He never drew a sword to fight a dozen foes alone,Nor gave a life to save a life no better ...
SECRETARY OF THE BOSTON YOUNG MEN'S ANTI-SLAVERY SOCIETY.Gone before us, O our brother,To the spirit-land!Vainly look we for anotherIn thy ...
The last pale flowers are drooping on the stems,The last sear leaves fall fluttering from the tree,The latest groups of ...
My baby is sleeping overhead,My husband is in the town;In my large white bed uncurtained,All alone I lay me down.And ...
As years passed on, no wonder, eachAn inward grace revealed;For where the soul is peace and love,It may not be ...
Untiring all the weary dayThe widow toiled with care,And scarcely cleared her furrowed browWhen came the hour of prayer;The voices, ...
Dear husband, raise me in thine arms,-the hour is drawing nearWhen I must part with thee, and these our little ...
A sad, sweet dream; it fell upon my soul When song and thought first woke their echoes there,Swaying my spirit ...
See, he sitteth on his mat Sitteth there upright,With the grace with which he sat While he saw the light.Where ...
Addressed To Abraham M. And Gertrude N. HutchinsonA circle of happy angels In the beauteous Spirit-Land,Have chosen your little darling ...
See, he sitteth on his mat Sitteth there upright, With the grace with which he sat While he saw the ...
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