Ariadne (Grace Greenwood Poems)
DAUGHTER Of Crete, how one brief hour,E'en in thy young love's early morn,Sends storm and darkness o'er thy bower, -O ...
DAUGHTER Of Crete, how one brief hour,E'en in thy young love's early morn,Sends storm and darkness o'er thy bower, -O ...
THERE was a season when I lovedThe calm and holy night, -When, like yon silvery evening star,Just trembling on our ...
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 ...
WHEN first we met, beloved, rememberest thouHow all my nature was athirst and faint?My soul's high powers lay wasting still ...
WITH folded arms and drooping headI stand, my heart's blest goal unwon,My soul's high purpose unattained;But life, but life goes ...
THE spring is here again, mother! she bursts upon our sight,Like a young girl in her bridal dress, all bloom, ...
LET the haughty smile, the low defame,The heartless worldling mock;I thank my God my fathers cameOf the good old Pilgrim ...
THY Mary hath gone from thee; - thou hast foldedFor the last time her dear form to thy breast,And on ...
LIGHT Up thy homes, Columbia,For those chivalric menWho bear to scenes of warlike strifeThy conquering arms again,Where glorious victories, flash ...
THE world smiled on me at my birth, -Beneath a rose-hued sky,Rocked on the summer waves of love,My childhood glided ...
I'M thinking, Charles, 't is just a year,Or will be, very soon,Since first you told me of your love,One glorious ...
Our Father, when our loved one layWith her languid eyes half closed,When the darkening shadow of the graveOn her sunny ...
MUST silence rest upon thy lyre,And will thy hand awake it never?And must the great deeps of thy soulRemain becalmed ...
Moore tells us, in his dulcet lays,A damsel, in the good old days,Fell most imprudently in loveWith some stray seraph ...
O GLORY-WEDDED! To thy browA coronal is given,For Which, when song and Greece were young,The very gods had striven.O, find'st ...
We need not to be told thou artOf Rome's own glorious race;We hear her song breathe in thy voice,In thy ...
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