The Bridal And The Burial (James Montgomery Poems)
I saw thee young and beautiful,I saw thee rich and gay,In the first blush of womanhood,Upon thy wedding-day;The church-bells rang,And ...
I saw thee young and beautiful,I saw thee rich and gay,In the first blush of womanhood,Upon thy wedding-day;The church-bells rang,And ...
If I could doubt that, in another sphereBrighter than this, and ne'er to pass away,The renovated soul shall live for ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
Preludes.I The Impossibility Lo, Love's obey'd by all. 'Tis right ...
Thou see'st her pictured with her shining hair, (Famed were those tresses in Provencal song,)Half braided, half o'er cheek and ...
The world was widowed by the death of Christ:Vainly its suffering soul for peace has soughtAnd found it not.For nothing, ...
II sat with Love upon a woodside well,Leaning across the water, I and he;Nor ever did he speak nor looked ...
'Twas but a dream; a fond and foolish dream; The calenture of a delirious brain,Whose fever thirst creates the rushing ...
O PRISON-HOUSE of sighing!Where the weary and the worn,The long-pent and the dying,Lie friendless and forlorn;Where sickness preys on weariness,And ...
Wise was the word the wise man spake, who said,"Angelo was the only man to whom God gaveFour souls,"—the soul ...
She kept her songs, they kept so little space, The covers pleased her: One bleached from lying in a sunny ...
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er ...
(an Incident of Froom Valley) "THY husband--poor, poor Heart!--is dead-- Dead, out by Moreford Rise; A bull escaped the barton-shed, ...
With her hands, she served she ministered to those in need sewing clothing for the poor following the command of ...
In the prologue to her Alexiad, Anna Comnena laments her widowhood. Her soul is dizzy. "And with rivers of tears," ...
The birds they sang at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don't dwell on what has ...
A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Walt Whitman One Out ...
For supper we had curried tripe. I washed the dishes, wound the clock; Then for awhile I smoked my pipe ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
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