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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
" DID you call me, Father?" Ah no, 'twas the surge,Swelling a requiem, wailing a dirge:Back, maiden! create still thy ...
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 ...
We met, and memory flew to joys and tears,Back through the vista dim, of long-past years.In my childhood's home I ...
I know thou art a senseless thing,Still recollections round thee clingOf joys long past;And I would fain retain thee now,Yet ...
Life is full of mirth and pleasure,But all joy is on the wing-Base alloy corrodes each treasure,And enjoyment hides a ...
The sky low down in distant West, is tinged with golden hue,While all the glorious vault above is one bright ...
Write to thine eyes? Why, my poor penQuails at the unequal task;I fear you don't appreciateThe mighty boon you ask.Thine ...
Why cherish thus the senseless thing?Do memories around it clingOf joys long past?Or does it speak of present bliss?Do sweet ...
Her eyes are bright as sparkling stars,And as the violet blue;In them celestial beauty lies,The soul-light flashing through.No painter, how ...
I entered my parlor one bright summer morn,My vases with flowers, sweet flowers to adorn.In arranging the curtains, there fell ...
I waited full two hours, or more,Beneath the old pine tree,Where oft I've lingered twilight hours,Watching, my Love, for thee.I ...
You wished for a love-letter, Doctor-but then,I know you to be most conceited of men;You'll think I'm in earnest, I ...
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