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 ...
Hear the singing on the boats,As they halt beside the pier!Ah, those fresh Italian throats, How they cheer!Yet the words they ...
Were you ever told the legend oldOf the birth of storms at sea?You should hear the tale in a Channel ...
"I will gain a fortune," the young man cried;"For Gold by the world is deified;Hence, whether the means be foul ...
Within a home for captive beastsWhose world had dwindled to a cage,I noted in their mournful eyesSuch resignation, fear, and ...
By Lake Como's sylvan shore, Where the wavelets evermoreSeem to rhythmically murmur of the classic days of yore, Cease, O boatman, now ...
From the mountain gray It has made its wayTo my garden green and cool, And there, from the edge Of a rocky ledgeLeaps ...
The breath of summer stirs the trees,A thousand roses round me bloom,Whose saffron petals give the breezeA wealth of exquisite ...
Shut out the World, shut in the Home!The sea is deeper than its foam;Retain the gem, reject the paste;Withdraw from ...
One night two lonely women metBeside a storm-swept bay;With tears their mournful eyes were wet,Their pale lips salt with spray;They ...
What sylvan god was worshipped here?What nymph once made this grove her home,And bathed within its fountain clear,When Caesar ruled ...
Make haste! There is but one more turning!The horses cannot go too fast,So eagerly our hearts are yearningTo see the ...
I opened the cage of my pet canary;Timid, it faltered a moment there,Then, at my call, became less wary,And blithely ...
Under my trees of green and goldI stroll in the soft, autumnal days,With never a hint of winter's cold,Though the ...
Urge me no more! The mid-day toil is ended,And shadows lengthen from the radiant west;The glowing sun, with sumptuous clouds ...
Wandering minstrel at my gate,Shivering in the winter gloaming,How appalling seems your fate,--Destined to be always roaming,Singing for a bit ...
Under my wall And plane-tree tallThe lake's blue wavelets rise and fall; In they creep, Out they sweep,And ever their rhythmic measure keep,As ...
Two homeless birds, fatigued by flight,Have rested on the Belgian shore;And now, at the approach of night,Must spread their wings, ...
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