A Promise (Ada Cambridge Poems)
1.Should'st thou, in grip of dread disease,Foresee the day when thou must die,With no more hope of life or ease,But ...
1.Should'st thou, in grip of dread disease,Foresee the day when thou must die,With no more hope of life or ease,But ...
I.Fallen the lofty halls, where vassal crowds Drank in the dawn of Gertrude's natal day. The dungeon roof an ...
Speak kindly, wife; the little ones will grow Fairest and straightest in the warmest sun. We talk so often ...
How calm the spangled city spread below! How cool the night! How fair the starry skies! How sweet the dewy ...
Watchman, what of the night? See you a streak of light? Whither, O Captain of the quest, ...
An Incident of the French Revolution.THE light lay trembling in a silver bar Along the western borders of the ...
It boots not to retrace the path To ages dim and hoar, When Man, at the domestic hearth, ...
Because I live, ye shall live also.Calmly the Paschal moonlight now is sleeping On mossy hillock and on headstone ...
One winter eve, at twilight, when the sound Of sorrowful winds scarce troubled Nature's rest, As she lay sleeping, ...
Through the wild night, the silence and the dark, Through league on league of the uncharted sky, Lonelier than ...
Is the morning dim and cloudy? Does the wind drift up the leaves? Is there mist upon the mountains, where ...
Here, in her elbow chair, she sits A soul alert, alive, A poor old body shrunk and bent— ...
So still—so still! Only the endless sighing Of sad ?olian harp-notes overhead; Only the soft mass-music for the dying; ...
Is it a will-o'-the-wisp, or is dawn breaking, That our horizon wears so strange a hue? Is it but ...
A wave-worn boulder, with green sea-moss wrapping A silken mantle o'er its jagged sides; And silvery, seething waters softly ...
Thou waterest her furrows, thou sendest rain into the little valleys thereof; thou makest it soft with the drops of ...
But they are at peace.Never to weary more, nor suffer sorrow,— Their strife all over, and their work all ...
'Twas long ago, in the summer-time, On a day as sad as this, That I laid my babe in ...
O sweet darkness, still, and calm, and lonely! Spread thy downy pinions round about. Spare me from thy hidden ...
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