The Postern Gate (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
I chose me a lovely garden,Beneath whose ivied wallA lake's blue wavelets murmurAs evening shadows fall,--A garden, whose leafy windowsFrame ...
I chose me a lovely garden,Beneath whose ivied wallA lake's blue wavelets murmurAs evening shadows fall,--A garden, whose leafy windowsFrame ...
Shrine of my mind, my Library!Each morn I greet thee with delight,When, soul-refreshed, I bring to theeThe benediction of the ...
I know not how, I know not where,But from my own heart's mystic loreI feel that I have breathed this ...
I take their hands with placid smileAnd words which social rules enforce,Though sadly conscious all the whileOf something very like ...
'Tis not in the bitterest woes of lifeThat the love of friends, as a rule, grows cold;Still less does it ...
Once more between its walls of pinesI see the long ravine expandTo where the ice-world's crystal linesDefine the realm of ...
Written for a Golden Wedding, 1883Just fifty years ago to-night, When earth was mantled deep with snow,The stars beheld with tender ...
Make haste! There is but one more turning!The horses cannot go too fast,So eagerly our hearts are yearningTo see the ...
Beside my opened window pane,Each morning in this month of MayA blackbird sings in dulcet strainTwo liquid notes, which seem ...
Spirit of solitude, silence, and rest,Take me once more, like a child, to your breast!Weary of worldliness, turmoil, and hate,Welcome ...
To my hand thou com'st at last,Wand of ebon, tipped with gold,--Often carried in the pastBy a hand that now ...
We know not what mysterious powerLies latent in our words and deeds,--Sweet as the perfume of a flower,Strong as the ...
Stand forth, my soul, and take thine own!Though all should blame thee, have no fear!Self-poised and steadfast, dare aloneThy self-elected ...
Over the water the shadows are creeping,Lost are the lights on Bellagio's shore,Goddess and Faun in the garden are sleeping,Only ...
His letter lies before me here,Scarce written ere the hand grew coldThat traced the lines so fine and clear,Which still ...
Two homeless birds, fatigued by flight,Have rested on the Belgian shore;And now, at the approach of night,Must spread their wings, ...
Book of my youth, I send thee to a friendMet, comprehended, loved, alas! too late,--Too near the sad, inevitable endDecreed ...
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