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 ...
She sat in the cottage door, and the fair June moon looked down On a face as pure as its own, ...
In the unquiet night,With all her beauty bright, She walketh my silent chamber to and fro;Not twice of the same mind,Sometimes ...
I might strive as well to melt to softness the soulless breast Of some fair and saintly image, carven out of ...
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, ...
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 ...
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 ...
I know not where you wait for me in all your maiden sweetness,Sweet soul in whom my life will find ...
Not far away does that bright city stand, 'Tis but the mist o'er its dividing stream,That wraps the glory of its ...
It stands alone on a haunted shore,With curious words of deathless lore On its massive gate impearled;And its carefully guarded mystic ...
Come, gentle sleep, with the holy night, Come with the stars and the white moonbeams,Come with your train of handmaids bright, Blessed ...
What though upon a wintry sea our life bark sails,What though we tremble 'neath its cruel gales, Its icy blast;We see ...
It is not the lark's clear toneCleaving the morning air with a soaring cry,Nor the nightingale's dulcet melody all the ...
Soft o'er the meadow, and murmuring mere,Falleth a shadow, near and more near;Day like a white dove floats down the ...
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