The Sangamon River (Hattie Howard Poems)
O sunny Sangamon! thy name to me, Soft-syllabled like some sweet melody, Familiar is since adolescent years As household phrases ringing in my ...
O sunny Sangamon! thy name to me, Soft-syllabled like some sweet melody, Familiar is since adolescent years As household phrases ringing in my ...
THOU spirit, lodg'd in tender breathing airsOf plaintive melancholy, soft and wild!Source of delight to every feeling heart,Long hast thou ...
WITH pleasure I your welcome letter read,While Cupid for a little from me fled.With freedom write, dispel your trivial fears;There's ...
A handful of red sand, from the hot clime Of Arab deserts brought,Within this glass becomes the spy of Time, The minister ...
How strangely dark are the vapors That sometimes obscure the way, Ere the light of truth advances To the noon of a perfect ...
Man is no Microcosme, and they detract From his dimensions, who apply This narrow terme to his immensitye: Heaven, Earth, and Hell, in ...
No! 'twas the questing dream that first achieved her--More sensed for knowing no material part,More real that no false outward ...
'Tis grief and sorrow-joy and gladness, that affect so deeply;But like as they are excessive, even so they pass away.The ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
Mourn, Mourn, ye Muses, all your loss deplore, The Young, the Noble Strephon is no more. Yes, yes, he fled ...
Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detainedat Brighthelmstone for Debt, November 1792. WHEN in a thousand swarms, the ...
'Twas in the Crescent City not long ago befellThe tear-compelling incident I now propose to tell;So come, my sweet collector ...
WHAT lapse or accident of timeCan dull that soul's sonorous chimeWhich owns the priceless heritage -Youth's summer warmth in wintry ...
Written on passing by Moon-light through a Village,while the ground was covered with Snow. WHILE thus I wander, cheerless and ...
THOU! whom Prosperity has always ledO'er level paths, with moss and flow'rets strewn;For whom she still prepares a downy bedWith ...
For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckoning to her side An arch-designer, for she planned to build. He ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
THE husband's dire mishap, and silly maid, In ev'ry age, have proved the fable's aid; The fertile subject never will ...
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
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