A Mariner’s Song (John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Poems)
Though now we are sluggish and lazy on shore,Yet soon shall we be where the wild waters roar;Where the wind ...
Though now we are sluggish and lazy on shore,Yet soon shall we be where the wild waters roar;Where the wind ...
To MY FRIEND G-.O! HOW calm and how beautiful-look at the night!The planets are wheeling in pathways of light;And the ...
What is there saddening in the Autumn leaves?Have they that "green and yellow melancholy"That the sweet poet spake of?—Had he ...
Our sweet autumnal western-scented windRobs of its odors none so sweet a flower,In all the blooming waste it left behind,As ...
'T IS morning on the sunny sod,Where lingering footsteps late have trod;'T is morning on the melting snow,That shrouds the ...
Sweep on, the wave is curled with foam,Sweep on, the tide is bearing home,Sweep on, the breeze is fair;The sun ...
It has a strange wild note - that Mocking-bird,I've heard him whistle to the passer by,And scold like any parrot. ...
See to your book, young lady; let it beAn index to your life - each page be pure,By vanity uncolored, ...
Was I not served in open dayWith buds and flowers! - and whence came they?In the still night, as poets ...
If I could love, I'd find me outA roguish, laughing eye,A cheek to blush, a lip to pout,A pure, kind ...
"Hugest that swims the ocean stream."WELTER upon the waters, mighty one-And stretch thee in the ocean's trough of brine;Turn thy ...
I saw two clouds at morning,Tinged with the rising sun;And in the dawn they floated on,And mingled into one:I thought ...
I 'LL pull a bunch of buds and flowers,And tie a ribbon round them,If you'll but think, in your lonely ...
Toll not the bell and muffle notThe drum, nor fire the funeral shot;Nor half way hoist our banner now -Nor ...
No more to grace the happy hearth,To grace the cheerful board, no moreTo light with smiles the misty pathThat leads ...
-She was a lovely one- her shape was lightAnd delicately flexible; her eyeMight have been black, or blue, - but ...
Yon cloud, 't is bright and beautiful - it floatsAlone in God's horizon -on its edgeThe stars seem hung like ...
Who does not love a flower?Its hues are taken from the light,Which summer's sun flings pure and bright,In scattered and ...
Weep, if you have a tear to spare,For her who once like you was fair;Who led like you the dance ...
There's a wild harp, which unconfined by ruleOf science, varies with the varying air,And sympathizes with the free-born wind;Swelling, whene'er ...
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