The Day And The War (James Madison Bell Poems)
Sacred to the memory of the immortal Captain John Brown, the hero, saint and martyr of Harper's Ferry. The following ...
Sacred to the memory of the immortal Captain John Brown, the hero, saint and martyr of Harper's Ferry. The following ...
FAREWELL is said! Yea, but I cannot takeAll that my Greeting gave.In you hath Hope her doom and Joy her ...
I. Yonder, with eyes that tears, not distance, dim, With ears the wide world's thickness cannot daunt, We see tumultuous miseries that haunt The ...
WHEN wing'd with gay prosperity The hours unheeded flew,A gracious God protected me From ills I never knew.Though louring skies on me ...
When she smiles her love draws nigh, When she weeps he doth depart,And returns to the Heavens high With an unwounded heart.God ...
PEACEFUL as thy gentle spirit,May thy lot in life still be;And may heav'n its choicest blessings,Shower through future years on ...
(OF AN UNFINISHED POEM.) Dear woman! star of sad life's clouded heaven,I dedicate myself to thee again; Fair woman! as ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
Half a league, half a league,Half a league onward —'That is, unless some damnedAirman has blundered,If the map isn't rightWe'll ...
I have been in France. There are some poplars still,And Norman spires unwounded on the hill:I saw the slaughtered cities ...
LONG left unwounded by the grisly foe,Who sometime pierces all with fatal shaft,Still on my cheek fresh youth did lively ...
There runs a road by Merrow Down-- A grassy track to-day it is-- An hour out Guildford town, Above the ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
He dropped, -- more sullenly than wearily, Lay stupid like a cod, heavy like meat, And none of us could ...
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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