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 ...
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! ...
You know, dear, that this vicious world is ever prone to see,Most glaring faults and blemishes, in evey purity;And thus, ...
Life's pathway to me is dreary;I am ill, and cold, and weary;Would my lonely walk were done,And ...
Speak to her tenderly, taunt her not now,Tho' a million of sins hath deep furrowed her brow;Greet her with kindness. ...
I entered my parlor one bright summer morn,My vases with flowers, sweet flowers to adorn.In arranging the curtains, there fell ...
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