Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part VI. (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
"Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all.Dark matrix she, from which the human soulHas its last birth; whence, with ...
"Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all.Dark matrix she, from which the human soulHas its last birth; whence, with ...
Perspective never withers from their eyes;They keep that docile edict of the SpringThat blends March with August Antarctic skies:These are ...
(Written in her fifteenth year.)'T was evening - all was calm and silent, saveThe low hoarse dashing of the distant ...
Amid the forest verdant shade, A peaceful river flowed:Wild flowers their home on its banks had made,The sunbeam's rays on its ...
Do you remember, father,-- It seems so long ago,-- The day we fished together Along the Pocono? At dusk I waited for you, Beside the ...
The careless eye, and the piteous onePoor lost Maria alike will shun.She loves to roam with her fearless childO'er the ...
Jack Frost.I HEARD - 't was on an Autumn night -A little song from yonder tree;'T was a Caty-did, in ...
I miss thee from my side, beloved, I miss thee from my side;And wearily and drearily Flows Time's resistless tide.The world, and ...
IN the hushed hours of night, when the air quite still,I hear the strange cry of the lone whippoorwill,Who Chants, ...
To hear her sing--to hear her sing-- It is to hear the birds of Spring In dewy groves on blooming sprays Pour out ...
Who lives for self alone should be Placed in some lonely, hollow tree, And left to toad and bat and owl-- To creatures ...
I am a jolly tree toad, upon a chestnut tree;I chirp, because I know that the night was made for ...
"What so rare as a day in June?"O poet, hast thou never knownA night in rose-voluptuous June?High over all a ...
From yonder wooded hillI hear the Whip-poor-will,Whose mate or wandering echo answers himAthwart the lowlands dim.He calls not through the ...
On Tampa's hights gray rose the battlements:A summer's day had gone out in the west;The conflagration in the elementsWas ended, ...
"Fair were our nation's visions, and as grandAs ever floated out of fancy-land; Children we were in simple faith, ...
The sun rode high in a cloudless skyOf a perfect summer morn.She stood and gazed out into the street,And wondered ...
Sunset again! Behind the massy greenOf the continuous oaks the sun hath fallen, And his last rays have struggled through, ...
I am weary of the Garden, Said the Rose;For the winter winds are sighing,All my playmates round me ...
The prairie zephyrs have dropped to rest,And the dust-clouds settle down;The sun dips low in the golden west,O'er the mesa ...
Yes, long shadows go out from the bales; and yes, the soul must part from the body: what else could ...
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