Pocahontas (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Where yonder moss-grown ruin lonely stands,Which from the James, the Pilgrim may survey,Stretch alway forth its old, forsaken handsAs if ...
James Avis Bartley Poems on Mind (26 Poems)
The Princess Of Peru (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Far to the wilds of rich Peru,Gonzalo came--of pallid hue,Strange in these Western lands of night,Where nought, save woman's eyes, ...
Elfindale (James Avis Bartley Poems)
PART FIRST.Sweet Frankie lives in Elfindale;Where all the flowers are fair, and frail(Like her fair self,) a slender fairy,And like ...
The Lover (James Avis Bartley Poems)
SCENE I.--A WOODED MOUNTAIN IN BLOOM--TIMESUNRISE--ENTER LOVER SOLUS.This is my fair resort, the Summer SunIs rising there, the ocean gleams ...
Australia; Or The New Goldden Age (James Avis Bartley Poems)
In ancient days, in old, immortal Rome,Where virtues, surnamed Roman, had their home;When Virtue triumphed over Vice, and threwAcross their ...
Blannerhassett’s Island (James Avis Bartley Poems)
On beautiful Ohio when you sail,And view its banks, forever green and fair,And feel the falling sunlight, and the galeThat ...
Watoga (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Oh, think not that the polished breast, Only, can feel the fire of love,Pure as the flames that brightly rest In bosoms ...
Love (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Of woman was I born, and man I am.I come to teach the greatest, yet the most meekOf all true ...
Poet’s Enchanted Life (James Avis Bartley Poems)
THE ANGEL-CHILD.A fairy land of grass and flowers, And of the greenest treesA land of singing brooks and springs, A land of ...
To Lizzie (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Oh, Lizzie, when I read your card, Which you had printed in the paper,Wherein you said your case was hard, My fancy ...
You Told Me That You Loved Me (James Avis Bartley Poems)
When summer's rosy twilight fell,Upon yon river's gentle swell,Leading the spirit by its song,As through the land it sweeps along;We ...
Adieu To Emory (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Adieu to thee, Emory! adieu to thee now!There is grief in my spirit, there's gloom on my brow,I have left ...
To Lora Gordon Boon (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Sweet maiden of the feeling soul, I saw thy little form,Arrayed in gay and glittering garb, And felt thy beauty's charm.And, Lora! ...
Lilly: A Poem (James Avis Bartley Poems)
The May sun sheds an amber beam, Upon the river's liquid plain,But never to that glorious gleam, Her eyes will ope again:Sweet ...
Lilly Lane (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Come to my calling, Lilly Lane,Like music falling, Come again.The earth is dreary, Sorrow's reign,My thoughts are weary, Come again.The flowers upspringing, Bring me pain,My ...
Serenade – II (James Avis Bartley Poems)
How sombre is the gloom! I see no beam of star,Gleam o'er the garden's bloom, Or silent wood afar;So dark the thoughts ...
Parting Song (James Avis Bartley Poems)
We meet with smiles, we part in tears; This is our earthly lot,We cannot find a place on earth, Where friends have ...
Monticello (James Avis Bartley Poems)
'Tis true that when the god-like die, Their glorious monumentAre earth's great mountains and the sky, Their names with all things blent--But, ...
The Lady’s Soliloquy (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Ah! now I am beloved by him, And sweet it is, to think,That life no more will be so dim, To make ...
Montpelier, Orange County, VA (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Where'er the great have lived or died, A charm pervades the very air;And generous spirits, pausing, oft Will pour the heart's deep ...
To Mary (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Now lovely Vesper shows her lamp, In yonder slowly darkening sky;It is the hour, when musing here, I heave for thee the ...
Lament (James Avis Bartley Poems)
My soul is sad--oh! dark to-night, 'Tis wrapt in midnight's gloom;Wild minstrel! seize thy harp and sing, As o'er the victor tomb.For ...
Susie (James Avis Bartley Poems)
A gentle maid, a dove-like soul, An eye that knows no ill;I met her from her rural walk, Upon yon grassy hill.Her ...
Blue-Eyed Ella (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Oh blue-eyed Ella's face is fair,And beautiful her braided hair,As fair the feelings that do speakUpon her pure and placid ...
To Mis—- (James Avis Bartley Poems)
The flowers you gave, dear girl, will fade, Nor shun the common lot, to die;The thoughts they spoke, still undecayed, Shall bloom ...
Lines – I (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Oft have I heard thine accents steal, Like music on the air,Then quickly turned to see thy form, Sweet Mary! standing there.But ...