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 Power (17 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 ...
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 ...
The Prophecy Of Columbia (James Avis Bartley Poems)
The sun descends along the glowing west,His bright rays quivering o'er Potomac's breast--And still he flashes, with his parting smile,And ...
Criticus (James Avis Bartley Poems)
The Southern Muse--so long with drooping wing,--The Southern Muse, alas! too sad to sing--Her fair head drooped and dim her ...
To Bettie (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Give me thy heart, give me thy hand,Thy love, thy dower, thy goods, thy land;Give me o'er thee a free ...
The Holy Lady (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Oh, Heaven hath given to earth some souls, Of rarest loveliness,Whose being's constant current rolls, The wretched still to bless.Well wishing Heaven ...
The Vow Of Love (James Avis Bartley Poems)
'Twas evening's hour of magic power, The sun went brightly down,And shadows fell as with a spell, Along the mountains brown.On high ...
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 ...
Sunset (James Avis Bartley Poems)
The Summer's sunset throws a tender spell,Along the hills, o'er ocean's softened swell;The God of day goes flaming down the ...
To Eloquence (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Ah Eloquence! thou God-like power; That swayest the human heart,We still must call thee, rarest dower, In the high gift of Art;And ...
A Stroll Down Quality Row (James Avis Bartley Poems)
The other day I took a stroll, Just when the sun grew low,A down the Row of Quality, That gay and charming ...
Song Of The Converted Heathen (James Avis Bartley Poems)
The sky to me did never speak, The sea rolled ever dumb,--Of him beneath whose wondrous power, Their mystic forms had come.The ...
The Flowers (James Avis Bartley Poems)
The flowers! the flowers! I love ye, flowers; Ye have a mystic voiceTo speak unto my inmost soul And make my heart ...
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 ...
Lines On Parting With—- (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Since Fate's tyrannical decree,Sweet friend, dissevers you and me,Now memory shall vanquish fate,And yield the bliss we knew so late.Yes, ...