Address To Mrs. WM. Anderson (Janet Hamilton Poems)
On the Early Death of her only Son."We weep with those who weep:" I sympathiseWith thee, oh mother! with the ...
On the Early Death of her only Son."We weep with those who weep:" I sympathiseWith thee, oh mother! with the ...
Bowing thyself in dust before a Book,And thinking the great God is thine alone,O rash iconoclast, thou wilt not brookWhat ...
h bells of Easter morn, oh solemn sounding bells, Which fill the hollow cellsOf the blue April air with a most ...
(India)I shall wind a turban of silver cloth,And set upon its brow a circletOf jade and turquoise. Yea, I shall ...
I HEARD the train's shrill whistle call,I saw an earnest look beseech,And rather by that look than speechMy neighbor told ...
"O I am weary!" she sighed, as her billowyHair she unloosed in a torrent of goldThat rippled and fell o'er ...
Strong from the hills it comes, and flowing rivers;Swift from the waters of the rising seas;Swift on the chilling heart that ...
THOU camest with the coming Spring!With swallows, and the murmuringOf unloosed waters, with the birthOf daisies dimpling the green earth.And ...
THOU camest with the coming Spring!With swallows, and the murmuringOf unloosed waters, with the birthOf daisies dimpling the green earth.And ...
Tender melody, tuned of love,Flowing the valley, bursting the hedge,Parting the willows and streamingThy gladness upon men.Oh, tender melody, most ...
Swept from his fleet upon that fatal night When great Poseidon's sudden-veering wrath Scattered the happy homeward-floating Greeks Like foam-flakes ...
Long time beside the squatter's gate A great grey Box-Tree, early, late, Or shine or rain, in silence there Had ...
Where shall I lead the flocks to-day?Is there no Horeb for me beyond this desert?Is there no rod with which ...
Fair Estelle.* * * * *Moons wax'd, and waned in dreary hopelessness,And ever when my days sad task was done,Stretched ...
Over that morn hung heaviness, until,Near sunless noon, we heard the ship's bell beatingA melancholy staccato on dead metal;Saw the ...
It was the stage-driver's story, as he stood with his back to the wheelers,Quietly flecking his whip, and turning his ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
When snow like sheep lay in the fold And wind went begging at each door, And the far hills were ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught Of all the great things men have saved from Time, ...
If I should see your eyes again, I know how far their look would go -- Back to a morning ...
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