Madeline (Mary Gardiner Horsford Poems)
A LEGEND OF THE MOHAWK. Where the waters of the Mohawk Through a quiet valley glide, From the brown church to her dwelling She ...
A LEGEND OF THE MOHAWK. Where the waters of the Mohawk Through a quiet valley glide, From the brown church to her dwelling She ...
I saw him in vision,--the last of that race Who were destined to vanish before the Pale-face, As the dews of the ...
The worn bird of Freedom had furled o'er our land The shattered wings, pierced by the despot's rude hand, And stout hearts ...
The sunset on Judah's high places grew pale, And purple tints shadowed the gorge and the vale, While Venus in beauty, with ...
My native isle! my native isle! For ever round thy sunny steep The low waves curl, with sparkling foam, And solemn murmurs deep; While ...
AN INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION AND REIGN OF ROBESPIERRE. Day dawned above a city's mart, Yet not 'mid peace and prayer: The ...
'T was early morn, the low night-wind Had fled the sun's fierce ray, And sluggishly the leaden waves Rolled over Plymouth Bay. No mist ...
With dirge-like music, low, Sounds forth again the solemn harp of Time; Mass for the buried hours, a funeral chime O'er human joy ...
Artist! lay the brush aside; Twilight gathers chill and gray; Turn the picture to the wall,-- Thou hast wrought in vain to-day. Thrice twelve ...
'Neath their green and cool cathedrals, In the garden lilies bloom, Casting to the fresh Spring Zephyrs Peal on peal of sweet perfume. Often ...
O'er her infant's couch of death, Bent a widowed mother low; And the quick, convulsive breath Marked the inward weight of woe. Round the ...
As the bright flowers start from their wintry tomb, I've sprung from the depths of futurity's gloom; With the glory of Hope ...
Through the half-curtained window stole An Autumn sunset's glow, As languid on my couch I lay With pulses weak and low. And then methought ...
'T is said that each succeeding year Another circlet weaves Within each living, waving tree; Yet not in buds or leaves,-- But far within ...
There came a voice from the realm of thought, And my spirit bowed to hear,-- A voice with majestic sadness fraught, By the ...
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