A Modern Apostle V (Constance Naden Poems)
SUMMER passed by, and Autumn; Winter came With grey cold days and black unpitying nights, And many children gathered round ...
SUMMER passed by, and Autumn; Winter came With grey cold days and black unpitying nights, And many children gathered round ...
AT last they met, once, twice, and many times, Until she knew the secret of his being, That essence which ...
SMALL, fragile, and dark-eyed was Alan's mother, Of Highland blood; her solemn Saxon mate Had ne'er been able quite to ...
ALAN had preached his sermon--grave, devout, Yet full of lightnings and electric shocks For tender souls who reckoned even doubt ...
ELLA kept anxious vigil by the bed: How strange it is to watch through creeping hours A face which was ...
HOW lightly men can love, how soon forget! I said--yet some there be not false or fickle: For one, the ...
WHITE, cold, and sacred is my chosen home, A seat for gods, a mount divine; And from the height of ...
Ye must be born again. FIRST VOICE.GOOD morrow, comrade! Whence that look elate? Where are thy sins and fears, a ...
Translated From The German of Schiller.AH faithless! canst thou thus desert me, With all fair thoughts and fancies gay, With ...
OH, listen, for my soul can bear no more; I crave not pardon; that I cannot win: Yet hear me, ...
THERE was a land, where all men lived in dreams, Where heaven was hid by vapours, grey or gold; Yet ...
I WAS a youth of studious mind, Fair Science was my mistress kind, And held me with attraction chemic; No ...
SO, dear Fred, you're not content Though I quote the books you lent, And I've kept that spray you sent ...
Translated From the Italian of Dante ("Purgatorio," Canto VIII., v. 43-84).AGAIN Sordello spoke-- "Into this dell, Among the mighty Dead, ...
SILENCE is mine, and everlasting peace; My heart is empty, waiting for its Lord; All hope, all passion, all desire ...
SPEAK not of passion, for my heart is tired, I should but grieve thee with unheeding ears; Speak not of ...
PRECIOUS glimpses through the future's curtain He may catch, who sees the past unveiled; Else, in seeking for a goal ...
IN lonely toil my manhood has been spent, Spurning all ties of home, all joyance free; And now my heart ...
BEFORE the noblest from his genius wrought The sculptor stood: with awe, but not with pride, He saw the image ...
OH, fatal fruits, nurtured with tears and blood! To taste your richness, we have given youth, Unshadowed mirth, and calm ...
IN pleasant shade I walk, while sunshine lies On many a distant slope, And far above me, gold-green summits rise, ...
THIS is the doom I must henceforth fulfil: To hide my heart through days, and months, and years; To look ...
SWEET household hyacinth, whose dainty breath Steals through my spirit like an April dream! Each day I watch another snowy ...
THROUGH all the dolorous year mine eyes have sought The ever-living loveliness that cleaves Even to dim grey skies and ...
THE birds are singing, though it is not morn, Though in the east no rays of glory shine: Made clear ...
TO still September comes a dream of joy: The breath of dying roses in the calm And sultry air, seems ...
FOR her who loves a God, all hope must die Of sweet familiar joys, that daily move A woman's soul; ...
TELL me no more, I must not fear to die; Ye waste your words; not death, but life I dread: ...
FAIR are the bells of this bright-flowering weed; Nectar and pollen treasuries, where grope Innocent thieves; the Poet lets them ...
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