Fragments (Albert Pike Poems)
(OF AN UNFINISHED POEM.) Dear woman! star of sad life's clouded heaven,I dedicate myself to thee again; Fair woman! as ...
(OF AN UNFINISHED POEM.) Dear woman! star of sad life's clouded heaven,I dedicate myself to thee again; Fair woman! as ...
The twenty-fifth had come; Peru awoke;One cry for freedom from her green hills broke,From her wide plains and valleys; and ...
A MasqueJAMES ALEXANDER WILLIAMSON: ANN WHITFIELD GREGORY: Married April 7, 1853. Annus Eighteen Hundred and Fifty-three. Annus Eighteen Hundred and ...
THOU glorious mocker of the world! I hear ...
There was a sudden stir, Ages ago, on the Ӕgean Sea. With a loud cry, as of great agony, The ...
TO APHRODITEI.Oh, thou most lovely and most beautiful!- Wherever cooingly thy white doves lull Thy bright eyes to soft slumber; ...
The light of morning now begins to thrillUpon the purple mountains, and the grayMist-robed old pines. Brightly upon the stillDeep ...
Young nursling of the Spring and southern mind!Thou comest like tenderness fostered by neglect, Or like new hope within a ...
The sun's last light is in the sky,His last warm breath is on my brow, Dark shadows to the mountains ...
TO ARTEMIS. I.Most graceful Goddess! whether now thy feet Pursue the dun deer to their deep retreat In the heart ...
TO FLORA. I.Hear, lovely Chloris, while we sing to thee!Thou restest now beneath some shady tree,Near a swift brook, upon ...
Sunset again! Behind the massy greenOf the continuous oaks the sun hath fallen, And his last rays have struggled through, ...
TO HUPNOS. I.Kind Comforter of all the weary Gods, With drooping eyelids, head that ever nods! Thou silent soother, that ...
Go! woo the sweet South-wind, vain man!The south-wind capricious and gay, To be steadfast and constant and true,-if you can,-To ...
We parted in the Spring, When the flowers were all in bloom, When the air was loaded with perfume, And ...
Who rideth as fleet as a fleet Nabajo?Whose arm is so strong with the lance and the bow?His arrow in ...
Many sweet flowers in the prairie shine,And many in the wood; But the fairest flower of all is mine, My ...
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