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 ...
I have pined for the sight of the sea for years-Pined amid hoping, and wished amid fears;And my heart grew ...
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! ...
A soldier boy lay dreamingIn his lonely prison cell,While the stars above were gleaming,And their lustre on him fell.His dreams ...
On a verdant summer isletI beheld a wondrous scene,In a trance of dreamy waking-Burial of a Fairy Queen!First I heard ...
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, ...
UPON THE LOSS OF HER CHILDREN'S PHOTOGRAPHS AT SEAHast thou no mercy, wind, that thou should'st tear from me,All that ...
Life's pathway to me is dreary;I am ill, and cold, and weary;Would my lonely walk were done,And ...
" DID you call me, Father?" Ah no, 'twas the surge,Swelling a requiem, wailing a dirge:Back, maiden! create still thy ...
Laughing, merry, childish voices, woke us in their eager glee,When the rosy blush of morning in the east we scarce ...
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 ...
No rest! no rest on this bleak earth for me;A thousand fancies flit across my brain;Dim phantoms of the shadowy ...
Alas! the time has come, old dress,When you and I must part;To say adieu, my valued friend,Is tearing heart from ...
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 ...
LONELY and dreary was the day,Lonely and weary swelled my heart,Fainting for need of Hope's bright ray -For without Hope ...
Write to thine eyes? Why, my poor penQuails at the unequal task;I fear you don't appreciateThe mighty boon you ask.Thine ...
Speak to her tenderly, taunt her not now,Tho' a million of sins hath deep furrowed her brow;Greet her with kindness. ...
The sight of the coffee was good for sore eyes,For I have not learned yet its worth to despise;I welcomed ...
Why cherish thus the senseless thing?Do memories around it clingOf joys long past?Or does it speak of present bliss?Do sweet ...
Ah! I could curse them in my woe,E'en as the viper stings,And to the heel that strikes it clings,So I ...
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