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 ...
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 ...
CHAUNTED BY JACK SAVAGE, AT THE LIFE-WAKE OF THE FINE ARKANSAS GENTLEMAN, WHO DIED BEFORE HIS TIME, 1859.(Occasioned by a ...
I sit, unconscious of all things around,And look into my soul. Within it farThere is an image, dim and indistinct.Of ...
Thou art a radiant and imperial star,Planet! whose silver crest beams bright, afarUpon the edge of yonder eastern hill,That, nightlike, ...
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 ...
The light of morning now begins to thrillUpon the purple mountains, and the grayMist-robed old pines. Brightly upon the stillDeep ...
Dear husband, raise me in thine arms,-the hour is drawing nearWhen I must part with thee, and these our little ...
Young nursling of the Spring and southern mind!Thou comest like tenderness fostered by neglect, Or like new hope within a ...
These lines are to thee; and they come from a heart, Which hath never to thee spoken aught but the ...
The sun is sinking from the sky,The clouds are clustering round the moon, Like misty bastions, mountain-high; And night approaches, ...
Sunset again! Behind the massy greenOf the continuous oaks the sun hath fallen, And his last rays have struggled through, ...
And thou too, dearest sister! thou art dead!The pitiless archer once again has spedAt our small circle an unerring dart.Thus, ...
TO HUPNOS. I.Kind Comforter of all the weary Gods, With drooping eyelids, head that ever nods! Thou silent soother, that ...
The spirit in my soul hath woken,And bids me speak to thee again; And silence, many a day unbroken,Must cease, ...
Though the heart hath been sunken in folly and guilt- Though its hopes and its joys on the earth have ...
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