The Last Of The Red Men (Mary Gardiner Horsford Poems)
I saw him in vision,--the last of that race Who were destined to vanish before the Pale-face, As the dews of the ...
I saw him in vision,--the last of that race Who were destined to vanish before the Pale-face, As the dews of the ...
She dwelt within a convent wall Beside the "blue Moselle," And pure and simple was her life As is the tale I tell. 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 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 ...
The sunset on Judah's high places grew pale, And purple tints shadowed the gorge and the vale, While Venus in beauty, with ...
'T was eve; and Mount Conto Reflected in night The sunbeams that fled With the monarch of light; As great souls and noble Reflect evermore The ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
A void is in the sky! A light has ceased the seaman's path to cheer, A star has left its ruby throne ...
I heard the strokes of the midnight bell As they thrilled the quiet air, And saw the soft, white curtains wave In the ...
I looked upon the fair young flowers That in our gardens bloom, Gazed on their winning loveliness, And then upon the tomb; I looked ...
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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