Poetical Portraits (Mary Jane Jewsbury Poems)
I.A dancing shape, an image gay,To haunt, to startle, and waylay.And yet a Woman, still and bright,With something of an ...
I.A dancing shape, an image gay,To haunt, to startle, and waylay.And yet a Woman, still and bright,With something of an ...
The day of truth is dawning. I beholdO'er darksome hills the trailing robes of goldAnd silent footsteps of the gladsome ...
White-haired and hoary-bearded, who art thouThat speedest on, albeit bent with age,Even as a youth that followeth after dreams?Whence are ...
I SAT me down upon a green bank-side,Skirting the smooth edge of a gentle river,Whose waters seemed unwillingly to glide,Like ...
Silence is the voice of mighty things.In silence dropped the acorn in the rain;In silence slept till sun-touched. Wondrous lifePeeped ...
Their breath is warm and sweet. It holds the smellOf wind-brown grass and little fragrant flowers:Their supple knees have brushed ...
The lonely cuckoo callsWith a long hollow sound among the rocksOf sun-touched sandstone, and the echo fallsBetween the straight red ...
Life is not all for effort: there are hours,When fancy breaks from the exacting will,And rebel though takes schoolboy's holiday,Rejoicing ...
I.When old Anacreon sang the wineWhich made his utterance divine,Perchance the eyes he gazed intoWere lucent as the sun-touched dew--Brighter, ...
It is the same clear dazzling scene, Perhaps the grass is scarce as green; Perhaps the river's troubled voice, Does ...
Visions of childhood! oft have ye beguiled Lone manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs: Ah! that once more I were ...
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