Shall Our Memories Live When The Sod Rolls Above Us? (Alfred Castner King Poems)
Shall our memories live, when the sod rolls above us And marks our last home with a mouldering heap?Shall the ...
Shall our memories live, when the sod rolls above us And marks our last home with a mouldering heap?Shall the ...
If I have lived before, some evidence Should that existence to the present bind;Some innate inkling of experience Should still ...
Is there a Death? The light of dayAt eventide shall fade away;From out the sod's eternal gloomThe flowers, in their ...
Mother, our greetings be to thee,On the glad anniversary Of this, thy festive day;Thy daughters, daughters not of earth,But bound ...
When close by my bed the Death Angel shall stand And deliver his summons, at last;When my brow feels the ...
Almighty Power! Who through the past Our Nation's course has safely led;Behold again the sky o'ercast, Again is heard the ...
I think when I stand in the presence of Death, How futile is earthy endeavor,If it be, with the flight ...
There is an air of majesty,A bearing dignified and free, About the mountain peaks;Each crag of weather-beaten stonePresents ...
They cannot see the wreaths we place Upon the silent bier,They cannot see the tear-stained face, Nor feel the scalding ...
When the poor, erring woman sought In tears the Master's feet, Her breast, with deep contrition fraught, Repentance, ...
Gently lead me, Star Divine, Lead with bright unchanging ray; O'er my lowly pathway shine, I shall never ...
I love thee, my darling, both now and forever, My heart feels the thralldom of love's mystic spell,'Tis fettered with ...
Once more the merry Christmas bells, Are ringing far and wide;Their chime in rhythmic chorus swells, While every brazen ...
Think not that the heart is devoid of emotion, Because of a countenance rugged and stern,The bosom may hide the ...
The leafless branch and meadow sere, The dull and leaden skies,Join with the mournful wind and drearIn dirges for ...
The hour-glass speeds its final sands, In splendor sinks the golden sun, So men must yield to death's demands ...
Within the wind, my untaught ear The voice of Deity can hear,And in the fleeting cloud discern His movements, vast ...
When passing years have streaked with frost These tresses now as jet,When life's meridian is crossed And beauty's sun has ...
Shall love as the bridal wreath, wither and die? Or remain ever constant and sure,As the years of the future ...
O, a beautiful thing is the flower that fadeth, And perishing, smiles on the chill autumn wind;A sweet desolation its ...
The spirit of freedom is born of the mountains,In gorge and in canon it hovers and dwells;Pervading the torrents and ...
The fragrant perfume of the flowers,Exuding in the summer hours,E'en as the altar's incense rareDisseminated through the air,May never reach ...
Deprive this strange and complex world Of all the charms of art;Deprive it of those sweeter joys Which music doth ...
Pity the child who never feels A mother's fond caress;That childish smile a void conceals Of aching loneliness.Pity the heart ...
Ah, empty are the mother's arms Which clasp a vanished form;A darling spared from life's alarms, And safe from earthly ...
Ye sad musicians of the wood,Whose dirges fill the solitude,Whose minor strains and melodiesAre wafted on the whispering breeze,Whose plaintive ...
I live, I move, I know not how, nor why, Float as a transient bubble on the air,As fades the ...
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