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 ...
A blessing on the Art that dares(Cold critic, call it what you may!)Bring precious things to common homes;A blessing fall ...
Because you cannot pluck the flower,You pass the sweet scent by;Because you cannot have the starsYou will not see the ...
That heart were something cold, I think,That on the light of stars reliedFor daily fire; and cruel isThe perfumed breath ...
Deep-hearted as an untried joyThe warm light blushes on the bay,And placid as long happinessThe perfect sky of Florida.Silent and ...
Push the bursting buds away,Throw aside the ripened roses,Hush the low-voiced waters' play,Where the weary sun reposesWith his head upon ...
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 ...
He spoke of souls that stooped and sinned,Of hearts that turned to roam;He spoke of human restlessness,Of exile and of ...
The shadows watch about the house;Silent as they, I come.Oh, it is true that life is deaf,And not that death ...
Separate, upon the folded pageOf myth or marvel, sad or glad,The test that gave the Lord to thee,And thee to ...
Flushed with fancies, I bethought me,"Into music I will set them,Like a pearl into its settingOf the finest golden fretting;Never ...
The wave goes down, the wind goes down,The gray tide glitters on the sea,The moon seems praying in the sky.Gates ...
My dreams are of the Sea.All night the living waters steppedStately and steadily. All night the windConducted them. With forehead ...
She standeth silent as a thoughtToo sacred to be uttered; allHer face unfurling like a flowerThat at a breath too ...
Just before you came,There stole into the airA thought without a name.Such a pretty thought!Shy, and faint, and fair,—I wish ...
My oars keep time to half a rhyme,That slips and slides away from me.Across my mind, like idle wind,A lost ...
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