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 Nature (15 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, ...
Napoleon (James Avis Bartley Poems)
INTRODUCTION.If ye will walk amid the ancient wood,Ye will perceive the lordly oak o'erspreadThe slender shrubs, and shield them from ...
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 ...
Hours With Nature (James Avis Bartley Poems)
When smiling spring, an angel fair! Walks o'er the verdant plain,And breathes a soft and balmy air, From isles beyond the main:When ...
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 ...
A Song Of The Olden Time (James Avis Bartley Poems)
To-day my gay and happy heart, Was lost in pleasant dreaming;And I had won a loving part In all the by-gone's seeming.I ...
To Spring (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Hail, beauteous maiden, gentle spring! I see thee slowly move,On lowering wings, on yon green hill From yon blue fields above.Hail, beauteous ...
Disappointment (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Last eve ere sleep had closed mine eyes, To me there came a dream,That when the saffron morn should rise O'er lovely ...
I Love Thee (James Avis Bartley Poems)
I love thee--oh! I love thee, With fervor, deep and wild,Thy beauty's charm most strangely, My spirit hath beguiled.I love thee--oh! I ...
Virginia Home Of Honor (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Oh, home of honor, native land, When roaming o'er the sea,The eye still turns, the heart still yearns, O dearest home, for ...
The Letter (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Amid a flower-strown cottage room, The Lady sat at even,Beneath the peerless evening star, Just peeping out in heaven;And, in her hands, ...
To The Beloved (James Avis Bartley Poems)
I dream of thee, beloved one, When the moon comes o'er the sea,And hangs her horns of silver, In yonder forest tree!I ...
Acrostic (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Far hath beauteous Fanny flown, And sad Nature's drooping eye,Now declares her pleasure gone, Newly weeping from the sky.Yet, when she shall ...