Petronilla (Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward Poems)
Of Peter's daughter, it is said, men told,While yet she breathed, a tale as sad as life,As sweet as death; ...
Of Peter's daughter, it is said, men told,While yet she breathed, a tale as sad as life,As sweet as death; ...
prologueWho shall tell the storyAs it was?Write it with the heart's blood?(Pale ink, alas!)Speak it with the soul's lips,Or be ...
Upon the city called the Friends'The light of waking springFell vivid as the shadow thrownFar from the gleaming wingOf a ...
Would I could see! I heard one say but now,"The strongest woman and the tenderest manThat ever God had dared ...
Of Guinevere from Arthur separate,And separate from Launcelot and the world,And shielded in the convent with her sin,As one draws ...
Oh, not to you, my mentor sweet,And stern as only sweetness can,Whose grave eyes look out steadfastlyAcross my nature's plan,And ...
Lord, Thou hast promised. Lo! I give Thee backThine own great Word. Keep it. I summon Thee.Keep it as God ...
You do not lift your eyes to watchUs pass the conscious door;Your startled ear perceiveth notOur footfall on the floor;No ...
Master! let stronger lips than theseTurn melody to harmony,Poet! mine tremble as they craveA word alone with thee.Thy songs melt ...
The boats bound in across the bar,Seen in fair colors from afar,Grown to dun colors strong and near;Their very shadows ...
Blinded I groped—you gave me sight.Perplexed I turned—you sent me light.You speak unto a thousand ears:I pay you tribute in ...
Oh, was it a death-dream not dreamed through,That eyed her like a foe?Or only a sorrow left over from life,Half-finished ...
The shadows watch about the house;Silent as they, I come.Oh, it is true that life is deaf,And not that death ...
You come too late;'Tis far on in November.The wind strikes bleakUpon the cheekThat careth rather to keep warm,(And where 's ...
There is no vacant chair. The loving meet—A group unbroken—smitten, who knows how?One sitteth silent only, in his usual seat;We ...
IDead, she drifted to his feet.Tell us, Love, is Death so sweet?Oh! the river floweth deep.Fathoms deeper is her sleep.Oh! ...
Two things love can do,Only two:Can distrust, or can believe;It can die, or it can live,There is no syncopePossible to ...
All the rivers run into the sea.Like the pulsing of a river,The motion of a song,Wind the olden words alongThe ...
My dreams are of the Sea.All night the living waters steppedStately and steadily. All night the windConducted them. With forehead ...
Coldly the night-wind shivers on the hill-top,Cold crawls the pale-faced fog from off the sea;Tossed by the one, and blinded ...
Heart of iron, smile of ice,Oh! the rock.See him stand as dumb as death.If you could,Would you care to stir ...
Let us sit in our darkening weather,Dear Heart! alone togetherFor a while,And talk it all over bravely.Nay, lift me not ...
Oh, joy of the dying!At last thou art mine.And leaping to meet thee,Impatient to greet thee,A rapid and rapturous, sensitive, ...
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