Mystery Of Carmel (Madge Morris Wagner Poems)
The Mission floor was with weeds o'ergrown,And crumbling and shaky its walls of stone;Its roof of tiles, in tiers and ...
The Mission floor was with weeds o'ergrown,And crumbling and shaky its walls of stone;Its roof of tiles, in tiers and ...
Out from a narrow, crowded street,Sick'ning resort of shame and crime, Wearing upon her brow a curse,Out in the darkness, lost ...
You are watching a ship, O, maiden fair,With parted lips and wistful air,The ship that out from the sheltered bayWith ...
In the twilight gray and shadowy, Deepening o'er the sunset's glow,Softly through the mystic dimness Flitting shadows come and go.As my thoughts ...
Unspoken words may thrill the heart, Their meaning be more deeply feltThan all the glowing oratory Poured at the shrine where reason ...
"How many times and oft" has the sweet, sweet word been sung insong and told in story. And he sang ...
Some lilies grew by a brook-side, Tall and white, and cold,And lifted up to the sunshine Their great red hearts of gold.And ...
Oh, holy father, list thee to my prayer! I may not kneel to thee as others kneel,And tell my heart-aches with ...
Why is it we grasp at the shadow That flits from us swift as thought,While the real that maketh the shadow Stands ...
Laugh, little bright-eyes, hang up your stocking; Don't count the days any more;Old Santa Claus will soon be knocking, Knocking, Knocking at the ...
All day on my pillow I wearily lay, With a stabbing pain at my heart,With throbbing temples, and a feverish thirst Burning, ...
I've a beautiful home, where I live in my dreams,So joyous and happy-an Eden it seems;All beautiful things in nature ...
Only a sentence earnest spoke, With never a thought to word it,Fell like balm from the sea of calm, On the aching ...
Drop! drop! drop! With a ceaseless patter fall,With a sobbing sound on the sodden ground, And the gray clouds over all.Dost weep ...
I love thee for the soul that shines Within thine eyes' soft beaming,From out whose depths the prisoned fires Of intellect are ...
I give thee back thy fickle heart, Thy faithless vows I've spurned,I bury deep the blighted hopes That in my bosom burned.Yet ...
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