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 ...
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 ...
Who falsely called thee destroyer, still white Angel of Death? Oh not a destroyer here, but a kind restorer, thou,For the ...
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 ...
Come, gentle sleep, with the holy night, Come with the stars and the white moonbeams,Come with your train of handmaids bright, Blessed ...
Oh gay young husbandmen would you be sure of a crop Upspringing rankly, an abundant and bountiful yield? Go forth in the ...
What though the Eden morns were sweet with song Passing all sweetness that our thought can reach;Crushing its flowers noon's chariot ...
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