Lines, On Visiting Pine Grove Cemetery (Mary Baker Eddy Poems)
Ah, why should the brief bliss of life's little day Grow cold in this spot as the spiritless clay, And thought be ...
Ah, why should the brief bliss of life's little day Grow cold in this spot as the spiritless clay, And thought be ...
Now the truce of night brings respite to the sordid care of day,And in listlessness I pace the river side,Where ...
See yon tall stripling! how he droops forlorn! How slow his pace! how spiritless his eye! Like a dark cloud in summer's ...
Thou grim physician, armed with septic shears,Thou that dissemblest even in death's reposeEarth's quiet pulse and her remedial throes,How dull ...
In that same moment when at Kohath's gate Paused the bright phantom--chariot,--to the eye Of Sethos, riding moodily alone, Appeared ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
THE SPAGNOLETTO.DRAMATIS PERSONAE.DON JOHN of AUSTRIA.JOSEF RIBERA, the Spagnoletto.LORENZO, noble young Italian artist, pupil of Ribera.DON TOMMASO MANZANO.LUCA, servant to ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn?Is it so, that the light ...
Preludes.I The Wife's Tragedy Man must be pleased; but him to please ...
I am the Song of Rebellion.Murmuring in breasts of Grecian galley slaves,Sobbing in parched throats of pyramid hewers and builders,Rankling ...
(Ezekiel 37:24. David my Servant shall be their King)Dull, dull indeed! What, shall it e'er be thus? And why? Are ...
WITHIN Fancy's halls I sit and quaff Rich draughts of the wine of Song, And I drink and drink ...
(From the translation by Aubrey Beardsley)Carmen CIPast towns, states, deserts, hills and rivers borneBy the first plane, brother, I've come ...
CCXLSo long have paused the strings across my lute, So many streams of bitterness have run Athwart my way, so ...
Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead, And the possums may gambol in trees overhead; I ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn? Is it so, that the light ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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