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; ...
Would I could see! I heard one say but now,"The strongest woman and the tenderest manThat ever God had dared ...
I dreamed that same old dream again last night;You know I told you of it once, and more:The sun had ...
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 ...
A moment's grace, Pygmalion! Let me beA breath's space longer on this hither handOf fate too sweet, too sad, too ...
Deep-hearted as an untried joyThe warm light blushes on the bay,And placid as long happinessThe perfect sky of Florida.Silent and ...
Arise, and call her blessed,—seventy years!Each one a tongue to speak for her, who needsNo poor device of ours to ...
I saw the prettiest pictureThrough a garden fence to-day,Where the lilies look like angelsJust let out to play,And the roses ...
FOR A BROTHER'S INSTALLATIONLord, are there any stones upon the way,That tear Thy bleeding feet?If our weak hands can move ...
Take back, my friend, the gifts once given.No fairer find I this side HeavenWith which to bless thee, than thine ...
He spoke of souls that stooped and sinned,Of hearts that turned to roam;He spoke of human restlessness,Of exile and of ...
O Sweet!I kiss thy feet.It is permitted meSo much to keep of thee,So much to give to thee.ReverentlyI touch thy ...
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 ...
Cold Care and I have run a race,And I, fleet-foot, have wonA little space, a little hour,To find the May ...
Flushed with fancies, I bethought me,"Into music I will set them,Like a pearl into its settingOf the finest golden fretting;Never ...
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, ...
It shall be as it hath been.All the world is glad and green—Hush! Ah, hush! There cannot beApril now for ...
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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