A Holy Messenger (James Madison Bell Poems)
Dedicated to Rev. Thomas M. D. Ward.The voice of Macedonia's gone From California o'er the seas,And yet, to help her, there ...
Dedicated to Rev. Thomas M. D. Ward.The voice of Macedonia's gone From California o'er the seas,And yet, to help her, there ...
The home of my soul, worn and weary, And pierced by the rocks of old time,The windows grown dim and the ...
"Yes—deep within and deeper yet The rankling shaft of conscience hide,Quick let the swelling eye forget The tears that in the heart ...
What say the Bells of San BlasTo the ships that southward pass From the harbor of Mazatlan?To them it is nothing ...
A FAV'RITE flow'r, while on its genial bed,Salubrious air, from noxious vapours free,And screen'd from piercing cold, or drifting show'r,For ...
SHE hath no beauty in her face,Unless the chastened sweetness thereAnd meek long-suffering yield a graceTo make her mournful features ...
I knew a flower whose leaves were meant to bloomTill Death should snatch it to adorn the tomb,Now, blanching 'neath ...
Were all the heavens an overladen boughOf ripened benediction lowered above me,What could I crave, soul-satisfied as nowThat thou dost ...
A BALLAD OF SORROW "Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! arise and let me in; Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! will you awake?" ...
Hence a while, severer Muses;Spare your slaves till drear October.Hence; for Alma Mater choosesNot to be for ever sober:But, like ...
AT nightfall, coming from the wood, I crossed the hilltop's gloomy brow,Where one unsheltered farmhouse stood, Neglected, dark, ...
Ye are the Great White People, masters and lords of the earth,Spreading your stern dominion over the world's wide girth.Here, ...
"He lies low in the levelled sand, Unsheltered from the tropic sun, And now of all he knew not one ...
While lounging in a chair, I looked up at the ceiling Where, teasing my imagination,A circle hangs above the ...
The brooding hours, through the dull afternoon,Pause, while a torrid sun flames in the sky.(O heart of mine, dream of ...
Why do we pity those who weep? The painThat finds a ready outlet in the flowOf salt and bitter tears ...
THE blackbird sits and pipes his love-notes clear In yon dark tracery of budding sprays, Sharply defined against the distant ...
Pale flowers are you, that scarce have known the sun!Your little faces like sad blossoms seem,Shut in some room, there ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
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