Fragments (Albert Pike Poems)
(OF AN UNFINISHED POEM.) Dear woman! star of sad life's clouded heaven,I dedicate myself to thee again; Fair woman! as ...
(OF AN UNFINISHED POEM.) Dear woman! star of sad life's clouded heaven,I dedicate myself to thee again; Fair woman! as ...
"My dream had never died or lived again.As in some mystic middle state I lay;Seeing I saw not, hearing not ...
No longer could the Day nor Destinies Delay the Night, who now did frowning rise Into her throne; ...
Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly; And gold ...
Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,Are they who point our pathway and sustain.They rarely meet; one soars, one ...
God's armies of Heaven, with pinions extended,Spread wide their white arms to the standard of Light;And bending far down to ...
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I ...
A LEGENDIN midst of wide green pasture-lands, cut through By lines of alders bordering deep-banked streams, Where bulrushes ...
1--IWhen the South sang like a nightingaleAbove a bower in May,The training of Love's vine of flameWas writ in laws, ...
'Twas in the sultry summer-time, as war's red records show, When patriot armies rose to meet a fratricidal foe;When from ...
Ay, shout! 'Tis the day of your pride,Ye despots and tyrants of earth! Tell your serfs the American name to ...
Nobody hates me more than I;No enemy have I to-dayThat I so bravely must defy;There are no foes along my ...
The silence of traitorous feet!The silence of close-pent rage!The roar, and the sudden heart-beat!And the shot through the true heart ...
Not she with traitorous kiss her Saviour stung, Not she denied him with unholy tongue; She, while apostles shrank, could ...
Here where the end of bone is no end of song And the earth is bedecked with immortality In what ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
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