A Rich Man’s Reverie (Marietta Holley Poems)
The years go by, but they little seemLike those within our dream;The years that stood in such luring guise,Beckoning us ...
The years go by, but they little seemLike those within our dream;The years that stood in such luring guise,Beckoning us ...
"I leave my child to Heaven." And with these wordsUpon her lips, the Lady Mildred passedUnto the rest prepared for her ...
I am an outcast, sinful and vile I know, But what are you, my lady, so fair, and proud, and high?The ...
Sitting alone in the windy tower, While the waves leap high, or are low at rest,What does she think of, hour ...
She sat in the cottage door, and the fair June moon looked down On a face as pure as its own, ...
The Squire was none of your common men Whose ancestors nobody knows,But visible was his lineage In the lines of his Roman ...
I said that I would see Her once, to curse her fair, deceitful grace,To curse her for my life-long agony; But when ...
High on a rocky cliff did once a gray old castle stand,From whence rough-bearded chieftains led their vassals--ruled the land.For centuries ...
A long, low waste of yellow sandLay shining northward far as eye could reach,Southward a rocky bluff rose highBroken in ...
Last night she came unto me, And kneeling by my side,Laid her head upon my bosom, My beautiful, my bride;My lost one, ...
I might strive as well to melt to softness the soulless breast Of some fair and saintly image, carven out of ...
In his arm-chair, warmly cushioned,In the quiet earned by labor,Life's reposeful Indian summer,Grandpa sits; and lets the paperLie upon his ...
Clear shone the moon, my mansion walls Towered white above the wood,Near, down the dark oak avenue An humble cottage stood.My gardener's ...
I asked to see the dead man's face, As I gave the servant my well-filled basket;And she deigned to lead me, ...
So all things come to our mind at last, He is close by your side in the twilight gloom, And you two ...
Clasp your arms round her neck to-night, Little Nell,Arms so delicate, soft and white,And yet so strong in love's strange might;Clasp ...
Is his form hidden by some cliff or crag, Or does he loiter on the shelving shore?We know not, though we ...
Here in the silent doorway let me linger One moment, for the porch is still and lonely;That shadow's but the rose ...
It stands alone on a haunted shore,With curious words of deathless lore On its massive gate impearled;And its carefully guarded mystic ...
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