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 ...
The silver horn of the advancing tide Had ploughed its highest furrow in the sand, And was retiring. Noon, with ...
Thou art a radiant and imperial star,Planet! whose silver crest beams bright, afarUpon the edge of yonder eastern hill,That, nightlike, ...
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 ...
The sun's last light is in the sky,His last warm breath is on my brow, Dark shadows to the mountains ...
For A FairPRINTEMPS.SWEET SPRING stands blushing 'mid the flowers, Heralded by benignant showers,And soft airs through the young leaves sighing ...
TO ARTEMIS. I.Most graceful Goddess! whether now thy feet Pursue the dun deer to their deep retreat In the heart ...
Sunset again! Behind the massy greenOf the continuous oaks the sun hath fallen, And his last rays have struggled through, ...
TO POSEIDON. I.God of the mighty deep! wherever now The waves beneath thy brazen axles bow; Whether thy strong, proud ...
TO HUPNOS. I.Kind Comforter of all the weary Gods, With drooping eyelids, head that ever nods! Thou silent soother, that ...
Southrons, conquered, subjugated, Mourn your country devastated! Mourn for hapless, hopeless Dixie! Homes once happy, desolated, Church and altar desecrated; ...
The spirit in my soul hath woken,And bids me speak to thee again; And silence, many a day unbroken,Must cease, ...
Wake! children of France! shall your tyrant forever Enslave and enchain you, and trample you down? Do you fear the ...
Oh, Liberty! thou child of many hopes, Nursed in the cradle of the human heart; While Europe in her glimmering ...
Oh, quickly rise, Thou lovely and most welcome Moon! Look into my sad eyes, Ere sober Night too quickly hies;- ...
Thy wife shall wait Many long days for thee; And when the gate Swings on its unused hinges, she, Opening ...
Like the young moon, When, on the sunlit limits of the night, Her white sheen trembles amid crimson air, And ...
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