The Voice Of The Eagle (Hannah Flagg Gould Poems)
Lady, the fairest flowers the morn disclosedAre glowing on thy bosom; while within,Thousands of clustering joys are still in bud:And ...
Lady, the fairest flowers the morn disclosedAre glowing on thy bosom; while within,Thousands of clustering joys are still in bud:And ...
Of deep research and cogitation,Of many a head and many a nation,While all in vainHave tried their wits to answer ...
The careless eye, and the piteous onePoor lost Maria alike will shun.She loves to roam with her fearless childO'er the ...
"I am a Pebble! and yield to none!"Were swelling words of a tiny stone,"Nor time nor season can alter me;I ...
"So," said a fly, as he paused and thoughtHow he had just been brushed about,"They think, no doubt, I am ...
I'm sorry they let me go down to the brook,I'm sorry they gave me the line and the hook,And I ...
"Ho!" said a butterfly, "here am I,Up in the air, who used to lieFlat on the ground, for the passers ...
With cherub smile, the prattling boy,Who on the veteran's breast reclines,Has thrown aside his favorite toy,And round his tender finger ...
God, is thy throne accessible to me-Me of the Ethiop skin? May I draw nearThy sacred shrine, and humbly bend ...
The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night,And he said, "Now I shall be out of sight;So through the valley ...
Who is thy neighbour!-see him stand,With sunken cheek and eye,Where hunger shows the empty handThy bounty can supply!Look where the ...
O Thou, who hear'st the feeblest prayer,The humblest heart dost see,Upon the chilly midnight airI pour my soul to thee!I ...
She loved; but her bosom had buried the dart;And there, while she strove to conceal it,Its point had engraven his ...
Sun, from thy bed in the sea,Each morning I see thee arise;But what is thy glory to me,Whose days are ...
"I look on the bow that my father bent,And I know the ways where the warrior went.I remember the flash ...
ALONE I walked the ocean strand;A pearly shell was in my hand:I stooped and wrote upon the sand My name-the year-the ...
Down in my solitude under the snow,Where nothing cheering can reach me;Here, without light to see how to grow,I'll trust ...
I am feeble, pale, and weary,And my wings are nearly furled;I have caused a scene so dreary,I am glad to ...
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