Pro Patria: America, 1861 (Adah Isaacs Menken Poems)
God's armies of Heaven, with pinions extended,Spread wide their white arms to the standard of Light;And bending far down to ...
God's armies of Heaven, with pinions extended,Spread wide their white arms to the standard of Light;And bending far down to ...
Alone on the hill of stormsThe voice of the wind shrieks through the mountain.The torrent rushes down the rocks.Red are ...
In the Beginning, God, the great Schoolmaster, wrote upon the white leaves of our souls the text of life, in ...
ILeave me; oh! leave me,Lest I find this low earth sweeter than the skies.Leave me lest I deem Faith's white ...
Oh! I am sick of what I am. Of allWhich I in life can ever hope to be.Angels of light ...
IO crownless soul of Ishmael!Uplifting and unfolding the white tent of dreams against the sunless base of eternity!Looking up through ...
And they shall be my people, and I will be their God.—Jeremiah xxxii. 38.IHear, O Israel! and plead my cause ...
IOh, I am wild—wild!Angels of the weary-hearted, come to thy child.Spread your white wings over me!Tenderly, tenderly,Lovingly, lovingly,Plead for me, ...
IYes, yes, dear love! I am dead!Dead to you!Dead to the world!Dead for ever!It was one young night in May.The ...
IO angels! will ye never sweep the drifts from my door?Will ye never wipe the gathering rust from the hinges?How ...
Where'er there's a life to be kindled by love,Wherever a soul to inspire,Strike this key-note of God that trembles aboveNight's ...
IWho hath not sent out ships to sea?Who hath not toiled through light and darkness to make them strong for ...
IO foolish tears, go back!Learn to cover your jealous pride far down in the nerveless heart that ye are voices ...
La patience est am?re; mais le fruit en est doux!IAway down into the shadowy depths of the Real I once ...
Repent, or I will come unto thee quickly, and will fight thee with the sword of my mouth.—Revelation ii. 16.IAshkelon ...
IO soldiers, soldiers, get ye back, I pray!Hush out of sound your trampings so near his lowly head!Hush back the ...
IIn from the night.The storm is lifting his black arms up to the sky.Friend of my heart, who so gently ...
My heritage! It is to live withinThe marts of Pleasure and of Gain, yet beNo willing worshiper at either shrine;To ...
I see her yet, that dark-eyed one,Whose bounding heart God folded upIn His, as shuts when day is done,Upon the ...
Poor, impious Soul! that fixes its high hopesIn the dim distance, on a throne of clouds,And from the morning's mist ...
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