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 ...
My muse is in the sulks to-day,I've tried in vain to findA subject fit for rhyme and song,Just suited to ...
How can I give thee up, my child, my dearest, earliest born,While fond hopes are 'round thee clustered, like bright ...
Now the bitter pangs of hope deferredO'er us no longer reign,-But the very depths of our hearts are stirredWith 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! ...
Many long years ago, I loved a youth,Who seemed the soul of honor and of truth-He charmed my heart with ...
You know, dear, that this vicious world is ever prone to see,Most glaring faults and blemishes, in evey purity;And thus, ...
" DID you call me, Father?" Ah no, 'twas the surge,Swelling a requiem, wailing a dirge:Back, maiden! create still thy ...
We met, and memory flew to joys and tears,Back through the vista dim, of long-past years.In my childhood's home I ...
Life is full of mirth and pleasure,But all joy is on the wing-Base alloy corrodes each treasure,And enjoyment hides a ...
LONELY and dreary was the day,Lonely and weary swelled my heart,Fainting for need of Hope's bright ray -For without Hope ...
Speak to her tenderly, taunt her not now,Tho' a million of sins hath deep furrowed her brow;Greet her with kindness. ...
Why cherish thus the senseless thing?Do memories around it clingOf joys long past?Or does it speak of present bliss?Do sweet ...
I entered my parlor one bright summer morn,My vases with flowers, sweet flowers to adorn.In arranging the curtains, there fell ...
Take in hand the cup of delusion,With your eyes on the future, drink;Scorn the results, however appalling,Tho' you see that ...
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