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 ...
Bring the wine-cup, companions! and let it go round! At its bottom good humor and mirth will be found; Bring ...
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 BEVERLEY TUCKER, ESQUIRE, GREETING: Dear BEV. this greeting goes to you across the Atlantic brine, From the little room ...
Only a few short years ago, there satA youth on one of old Rome's seven hills,Beneath a ruined temple, and ...
TO APHRODITEI.Oh, thou most lovely and most beautiful!- Wherever cooingly thy white doves lull Thy bright eyes to soft slumber; ...
TO APOLLON. Bright-haired Apollon! Thou that ever art A blessing to the world! whose generous heart Aye overflows with love ...
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 ...
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 ...
Southrons, conquered, subjugated, Mourn your country devastated! Mourn for hapless, hopeless Dixie! Homes once happy, desolated, Church and altar desecrated; ...
Come, gentle Dian, show thy crescent inThe sea of fading light that floods the west:Sit, like a white swan on ...
Cry on! full well I know the voice,For often it hath called on me, Stirring my passions with the noise,As ...
They said that we should meet no more,They said she never should be mine They swore to see me dead, ...
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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