Pygmalion (Grace Greenwood Poems)
THE sculptor paused before his finished work, -A wondrous statue of divinest mould.Like Cytherea's were the rounded limbs,The hands, in ...
Grace Greenwood Poems on Sadness (13 Poems)
Voices From The Old World: The Famine Of 1847 (Grace Greenwood Poems)
A voice from out the Highlands,Old Scotia's mountain homes!From wild burn-side, and darksome glen,And towering steep, it comes!Is it the ...
Proem (Grace Greenwood Poems)
SOME poet dreams come to the soulIn mystic beauty clad,Unearthly in their loveliness,So exquisitely sad.Shadowy and dim and cloud-like thingsFloating ...
To- In Absence (Grace Greenwood Poems)
WHEN first we met, beloved, rememberest thouHow all my nature was athirst and faint?My soul's high powers lay wasting still ...
Wanted – A Theme (Grace Greenwood Poems)
THE spring is here again, mother! she bursts upon our sight,Like a young girl in her bridal dress, all bloom, ...
The Dream (Grace Greenwood Poems)
LAST night, my love, I dreamed of thee,Yet 't was no dream Elysian:Draw closer to my breast, dear Blanche,The while ...
To A Bereaved Friend (Grace Greenwood Poems)
THY Mary hath gone from thee; - thou hast foldedFor the last time her dear form to thy breast,And on ...
I Never Will Grow Old (Grace Greenwood Poems)
O, NO, I never will grow old;Though years on years roll by,And silver o'er my dark brown hair,And dim my ...
Lumination For Victories In Mexico (Grace Greenwood Poems)
LIGHT Up thy homes, Columbia,For those chivalric menWho bear to scenes of warlike strifeThy conquering arms again,Where glorious victories, flash ...
The First Doubt (Grace Greenwood Poems)
My heart is chilled with sudden fear,And heavy on my spirit liesThe doubt that breathed from thy harsh tones,And looked ...
Therese (Grace Greenwood Poems)
A ROSE once pressed against thy lips,Then gayly flung to me,Is all the gift I treasure upIn memory of thee;It ...
Song II (Grace Greenwood Poems)
Though now it were madness to cherishThe dream that enchained us so long,Yet shall it not utterly perish,For thou hast ...
Valentine To Count – (Grace Greenwood Poems)
We need not to be told thou artOf Rome's own glorious race;We hear her song breathe in thy voice,In thy ...