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 ...
IO crownless soul of Ishmael!Uplifting and unfolding the white tent of dreams against the sunless base of eternity!Looking up through ...
Oh! I am sick of what I am. Of allWhich I in life can ever hope to be.Angels of light ...
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, ...
And they shall be my people, and I will be their God.—Jeremiah xxxii. 38.IHear, O Israel! and plead my cause ...
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 ...
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 ...
La patience est am?re; mais le fruit en est doux!IAway down into the shadowy depths of the Real I once ...
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 ...
I."Carry me out of the host, for I am wounded."The battle waged strong.A fainting soul was borne from the host.The ...
Bright as the light that burns at nightIn the starry depths of Aiden,When star and moon in leafy JuneWith love ...
I see her yet, that dark-eyed one,Whose bounding heart God folded upIn His, as shuts when day is done,Upon the ...
Thou Pleiad of the lyric worldWhere Pasta, Garcia shone,Come back with thy sweet voice again,And gem the starry zone.Though faded, ...
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