The Wage Of Sin (Marietta Holley Poems)
I am an outcast, sinful and vile I know, But what are you, my lady, so fair, and proud, and high?The ...
I am an outcast, sinful and vile I know, But what are you, my lady, so fair, and proud, and high?The ...
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 ...
Who falsely called thee destroyer, still white Angel of Death? Oh not a destroyer here, but a kind restorer, thou,For the ...
I.There's a tear in your eye, little Sybil, Gathering large and slow;Oh, Sybil, sweet little Sybil, What are you thinking of now?Push ...
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, ...
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 ...
'Twas a bleak dull moor that stretched beforeThe low stone porch of the cottage door,And standing there was youth and ...
The spare-room windows wide were raised, And you could look that summer dayOn pastures green, and sunny hills, And low rills wandering ...
I asked to see the dead man's face, As I gave the servant my well-filled basket;And she deigned to lead me, ...
I never shall hear your voice again, Your voice so gentle and lowBut the thought of you, Jenny Allen, Will go with ...
How the sumac banners bent, dripping as if with blood, What a mournful presence brooded upon the slumbrous air;A mocking-bird screamed ...
I know not where you wait for me in all your maiden sweetness,Sweet soul in whom my life will find ...
Here in the silent doorway let me linger One moment, for the porch is still and lonely;That shadow's but the rose ...
As on a waveless sea, a vessel strikes Upon a treacherous rock;Waking the sailors from their happy dreams By the swift, terrible ...
In a waste of yellow sand, on the brow of a dreary hill, A slight little slip of a rose struggled ...
I.Like idle clouds our lives move on,By change and chance as idly blown;Our hopes like netted sparrows fly,And vainly beat ...
Lift up your brown eyes, darling, Not timidly and shy,As in the fair, lost past, not thus I'd have you meet my ...
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