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 ...
She sat in the cottage door, and the fair June moon looked down On a face as pure as its own, ...
I said that I would see Her once, to curse her fair, deceitful grace,To curse her for my life-long agony; But when ...
Isabelle has gold, and lands, Fate gave her a fair lot;Like the white lilies of the field Her soft hands toil not.I ...
I might strive as well to melt to softness the soulless breast Of some fair and saintly image, carven out of ...
Gayly a knight set forth against the foe,For a fair face had shone on him in dreams;A voice had stirred ...
I am thinking of fern forests that once did towering stand,Crowning all the barren mountains, shading all the dreary land.Oh, ...
Oh, I am the siren, the siren of the sea, The sea, the wondrous sea, that lies forevermore before;I stand a ...
You will journey many a weary day and long, Ere you will see so restful and sweet a place,As this, my ...
'Twas a bleak dull moor that stretched beforeThe low stone porch of the cottage door,And standing there was youth and ...
I never shall hear your voice again, Your voice so gentle and lowBut the thought of you, Jenny Allen, Will go with ...
How can I be to blame? Is it my fault I am fair?I did not fashion my features, Or brush the gold ...
Not far away does that bright city stand, 'Tis but the mist o'er its dividing stream,That wraps the glory of its ...
In a waste of yellow sand, on the brow of a dreary hill, A slight little slip of a rose struggled ...
Draped in shadows stands the mountain Against the eastern sky,Above it the fair summer moon Looks downward tenderly;And Venus in the glowing ...
"My house is thatched with violet leaves And paved with daisies fine,Scarlet berries droop over its eaves, Tall grasses round it shine;With ...
Lift up your brown eyes, darling, Not timidly and shy,As in the fair, lost past, not thus I'd have you meet my ...
She lay asleep, and her face shone white As under a snowy veil,And the waxen hands clasped on her breast Were full ...
Smooth the hair;Silken waves of sunny brownLay upon the white brow down,Crowned with the blossoms rare;Lilies on a golden stream,Ne'er ...
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