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 ...
Where yonder moss-grown ruin lonely stands,Which from the James, the Pilgrim may survey,Stretch alway forth its old, forsaken handsAs if ...
In ancient days, in old, immortal Rome,Where virtues, surnamed Roman, had their home;When Virtue triumphed over Vice, and threwAcross their ...
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 ...
'Twas Sabbath morn. A holy light Hung o'er the hill and wood,O'er wooded stream, and lofty height, And mighty solitude.All Nature lay ...
Hail, beauteous maiden, gentle spring! I see thee slowly move,On lowering wings, on yon green hill From yon blue fields above.Hail, beauteous ...
Hark! the organ's solemn peal Ascends the lofty fane,To win the soul's repeal, From everlasting pain:To waft the voice of praise To Him ...
What is the gilded chaplet worth, That decks a conqueror's brow?There is no conqueror on earth Of nobler kind, than thou,For bloodless ...
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