Love Or Fame: Part III: Fame (Fannie Isabelle Sherrick Poems)
Oh what is fame! a flower that dies at eve, A golden mist that subtle fancies weave, An unknown star ...
Oh what is fame! a flower that dies at eve, A golden mist that subtle fancies weave, An unknown star ...
And what is life?--a pleasure and a pain, A vision of the sun--a day of rain. And what is love?--a ...
One eve she stood upon a lonely lea And watched the deep'ning shadows grim That threw their forms athwart the ...
Low in the West, a banner floating wide Of God's own colors hangs in dreamy pride; A wealth of purple ...
Girlhood, the dearest time of joy and love, The sunny spring of gladness and of peace, The time that joins ...
She stood by my side with a queenly air, Her face it was young and proud and fair; She held ...
The splendors of a southern sun Caress the glowing sky; O'er crested waves, the colors glance And gleaming, softly die. ...
The sunlight fell with a golden gleam On the waves of the rippling rill; The pansies nodded their purple heads; ...
Above his head the cypress waves Its dark green drooping leaves; The sunlight through its branches wide Where bright birds ...
A beautiful form and a beautiful face, A winsome bride and a woman's grace, So fair and sweet it were ...
Under the cross in the Southern skies, Where the beautiful night like a shadow lies, A fair young life went ...
There's a beautiful lake where the sun lies low, And the skies are warm with their summer glow; And a ...
The shadow of death is around us all, And life is a sorrowful thing; For the winds sweep by with ...
White-robed nun, I pray thee tell me Whatsoe'er my life shall be; Thou of God art purely chosen, Ne'er can ...
Twin lilies in the river floating, Two lilies pure and white; And one is pale and faintly drooping, The other ...
The sun sinks down in the crimson west, Oh, a beautiful sun is he; With his purple robes and his ...
Catching the sunbeams, oh, wee dimpled child, Gleefully laughing because they are bright; Knowing, ah! never, my beautiful pet, Ne'er ...
A tiny drop of crystal dew That fell from baby eyes of blue; A shining treasure, there it lay For ...
Gleaming folds of read and gold linger in the western sky; Fleecy clouds of purest tint, mingle with the purple ...
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