Rachel (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
'Twas sunset in Jerusalem; the lightStill lingered on the city's walls, and crownedMount Olivet with splendor, while below,Among the trees ...
'Twas sunset in Jerusalem; the lightStill lingered on the city's walls, and crownedMount Olivet with splendor, while below,Among the trees ...
The son of a Japanese lord am I,--A Prince of the olden time;My hair is white, though black as nightIn ...
O sovereign Rome, still mistress of the heart,As of the world in thy majestic prime,Grand in thy ruins, peerless in ...
I made a journey o'er the sea,I bade my faithful dog good-bye,I knew that he would grieve for me,But did ...
Already 'neath the morning starThe shrine, by Juno's favor blest,Had flashed its whiteness from afar,Resplendent on a mountain's crest,Along whose ...
Spirit of Como, whose rhythmical callMurmurs caressingly under my wall,Why are thy feet, though the hour be late,Mounting the moon-silvered ...
Had I but lived when music-loving PanStill played his flute amid the whispering reeds,When through Arcadian groves the dryads ran,And--symbolizing ...
One by one they have slipped from Earth,And vanished into the depths of space,And I, beside my lonely hearth,Find none ...
From Como's curving base of blue,To where the snow lies cold and clear,Ascends in steps of varied hueThe pageant of ...
They called him mad,--the poor, old man,Whose white hair, worn and thin,Fell o'er his shoulders, as he playedHis cherished violin,Forever ...
Son of the race that gave the world its best,Of ancient Greece a noble type thou art,--An Attic spirit transferred ...
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