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 ...
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 ...
Deep-hearted as an untried joyThe warm light blushes on the bay,And placid as long happinessThe perfect sky of Florida.Silent and ...
You told the story of your love;I heard as one who did not hear;Across the opening lips of hopeCrept the ...
Arise, and call her blessed,—seventy years!Each one a tongue to speak for her, who needsNo poor device of ours to ...
Push the bursting buds away,Throw aside the ripened roses,Hush the low-voiced waters' play,Where the weary sun reposesWith his head upon ...
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 ...
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 ...
Within the window's scant recess,Behind a pink geranium flower,She sits and sews, and sews and sits,From patient hour to patient ...
One shadow glides from the dumb shore,And one from every silent sail.One cloud the averted heavens wear,A soft mask, thin ...
There is no vacant chair. The loving meet—A group unbroken—smitten, who knows how?One sitteth silent only, in his usual seat;We ...
Old, old,Centuries old,How old a love is, who can say?It is an ancient daySince thou and I wert wed.The orb?d ...
A lily rooted in a sacred soil,Arrayed with those who neither spin nor toil;Dinah, the preacher, through the purple air,Forever ...
Last night I saw an arm?d band, whose feetDid take the martial step, although they trodSoundless as waves of light ...
I saw a miracle to-day!Where the September sunshine layLanguidly as a lost desireUpon a sumach's fading fire,Where calm some pallid ...
The wave goes down, the wind goes down,The gray tide glitters on the sea,The moon seems praying in the sky.Gates ...
Deep in the brooding shadow of thy wing,Hidden and hushed and harbored here,My soul for very stillness cannot sing;A word ...
Oh, never a word he answered,And never a word spake she!They turned their faces each from each,And looked upon the ...
Pearl-white, opaque and fix?d fast,Flashing between the hands unclasped,Blinding between despairing eyes,The awful Gates shut to, at last,On comfort snatched, ...
Perhaps the bud lost from the loaded treeThe sweetest blossom of the May would be;Or wildest song that summer could ...
Prelude in C Minor, Opus 28.From whirlwind to shower,From noon-glare to shadow,From the plough to the vesper,A day is gone.From ...
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