A Broadway Idyl (Mary Eliza Perine Tucker Lambert Poems)
For hours I stood upon The Bridge,1Which looms like a volcanic ridge,Above a scathing fire below.A flaming crater of burning ...
For hours I stood upon The Bridge,1Which looms like a volcanic ridge,Above a scathing fire below.A flaming crater of burning ...
How slowly glide the hours by, the minutes hours seem;Ah! can such misery be real, or is it but a ...
NO, let it stay. It speaks but truth:My Autumn's day is dawning.The dream is past; sweet dream of youth.Hair, I ...
I am weary, Mother, and I fain would restBeside thee, in the cold and silent tomb-The rayless pathways of a ...
LINES WRITTEN UPON SEEING A FASHIONABLY-DRESSEDLADY ASK A SERVANT FOR A FEW BLADES OF GRASS,WHICH SHE PLACED UPON HER BOSOMOh! ...
A soldier boy lay dreamingIn his lonely prison cell,While the stars above were gleaming,And their lustre on him fell.His dreams ...
Life's pathway to me is dreary;I am ill, and cold, and weary;Would my lonely walk were done,And ...
Poverty, remorseless spectre,Reigns throughout our once fair land,And he wields no fancy sceptre,In his iron-covered hand.Stifled sighs our hearts are ...
I know thou art a senseless thing,Still recollections round thee clingOf joys long past;And I would fain retain thee now,Yet ...
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