Stronger Than Death (Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Oh, not to you, my mentor sweet,And stern as only sweetness can,Whose grave eyes look out steadfastlyAcross my nature's plan,And ...
A moment's grace, Pygmalion! Let me beA breath's space longer on this hither handOf fate too sweet, too sad, too ...
You told the story of your love;I heard as one who did not hear;Across the opening lips of hopeCrept the ...
"That we together may sail,Just as we used to do."Carleton's BalladsAnd what if I should be kind?And what if you ...
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 ...
Separate, upon the folded pageOf myth or marvel, sad or glad,The test that gave the Lord to thee,And thee to ...
Cold Care and I have run a race,And I, fleet-foot, have wonA little space, a little hour,To find the May ...
At evening once, the lowly men who lovedOur Master were found desolate, and grievedFor Him whose eyes had been the ...
Two things love can do,Only two:Can distrust, or can believe;It can die, or it can live,There is no syncopePossible to ...
Flushed with fancies, I bethought me,"Into music I will set them,Like a pearl into its settingOf the finest golden fretting;Never ...
I wonder will you take it, Dear,—My blessing, from me, when you hearFor what it is you ask me?The shrouded ...
Oh, joy of the dying!At last thou art mine.And leaping to meet thee,Impatient to greet thee,A rapid and rapturous, sensitive, ...
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 ...
I'd rather see an empty bough,—A dreary, weary bough that hungAs boughs will hang within whose armsNo mated birds had ...
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