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 ...
Twilight o'er the East is stealing, And the sun is in the vale: 'T is a fitting moment, stranger, To relate a wondrous ...
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 twilight o'er Italia's sky Had spread a shadowy veil, And one by one the solemn stars Looked forth, serene and pale; As quietly ...
Oh! set the bridal feast aside, And bear the harp away; The coronach must sound instead, From solemn kirk-yard gray. I heard last eve, ...
Night bent o'er the mountains With aspect serene; The deep waters slept 'Neath the moon's pallid sheen, And the stars in their courses Moved noiseless ...
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 ...
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