Chicomico – Part V (Lucretia Maria Davidson Poems)
THE fourth day found the dark tribe brooding o'erTheir chieftain's body, chieftain now no more!As fire half-quench'd, some faint spark ...
THE fourth day found the dark tribe brooding o'erTheir chieftain's body, chieftain now no more!As fire half-quench'd, some faint spark ...
(Written in her sixteenth year)BRIGHTLY o'er spire, and dome, and tower,The pale moon shone at midnight hour,While all beneath her ...
THERE's silence in the princely halls,And brightly blaze the lighted walls,While clouds of musk and incense riseFrom vases of a ...
(Written in her fourteenth year.)WHAT sight of horror, fear and woe,Now greets chief Hillis-ha-ad-joe?What thought of blood now lights his ...
(Written in her fourteenth year.)Lo! enthron'd on golden clouds,Sinks the monarch of the day;Now yon hill his glory shrouds,And his ...
WHILE swift on his way young Rathmond sped,Death's horrors awaited those he fled.Already were the prisoners bound,One word, and every ...
AN ALLEGORY,(Written in her fifteenth year)The night was calm, the sky serene,The sea a mirror display'd,On its bosom the twinkling ...
(Written in her fifteenth year.)The Indian Chieftain is far away,Through the forest his footsteps fly,But his heart is behind him ...
(Written in her fifteenth year.)Friend of my heart, thou monitor of youth,Well do I love thee, dearest child of truth;Though ...
(IN IMITATION OF THE SCOTCH)Written in her thirteenth yearWha is it that caemeth sae blithe and sae swift,His bonnet is ...
(Written in her fifteenth year.)Touch not the heart, for Sorrow's voiceWill mingle in the chorus wild;When Scotland weeps, canst thou ...
I come in the breath of the waken'd breeze,I kiss the flowers, and I bend the trees;And I shake the ...
WHOSE SINGING RESEMBLED THAT OF AN ABSENT SISTER.(Written in her fifteenth year.)Oh! touch the chord yet once again,Nor chide me, ...
I have pass'd o'er the earth in the darkness of night,I have walk'd the wild winds in the morning's broad ...
(Written in her fifteenth year.)Entreat me not, I must not hear,Mark but this sorrow-beaming tear;Thy answer's written deeply nowOn this ...
WRITTEN WHILE CONFINED TO HER BED DURING HER LAST ILLNESS.There is a something which I dread,It is a dark, a ...
She gave me a flow'ret, - and oh! it was sweet!'T was a pea, in full bloom, with its dark ...
(Written in her fifteenth year.)There is a charm in the pallid cheek;A charm which the tongue can never speak,When the ...
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