Uranne (Mary Weston Fordham Poems)
In a far off hamlet near the seaWhere billows oft, in days of storm, andNights of darkness rush reckless to ...
In a far off hamlet near the seaWhere billows oft, in days of storm, andNights of darkness rush reckless to ...
Magnolia! "Pale city of the dead,"Adown thy gravelled walks I tread,Thy marble pillars looming high,Thy polished shafts around me lie.With ...
Sister darling, ope the window, let the balmy air oncemoreFan my flushed and throbbing brow as in the happydays of ...
I took up the burden of life anewWhen she, the pure-hearted, died;When the golden cord was rent in twain,And she ...
With thy rugged, ice-girt shore,Draped in everlasting snow,Thou'rt enthroned a queen.Crown of moss and lichen grey,Frosted o'er with ocean spray,All ...
O, insatiable monster! Could'st thou notIn pity turn aside thy venomed shaftFrom her my gifted, darling friend?Has sympathy within thy ...
Mightier than the sword thou art,Thou can'st pierce like venomed dart,Time and space count naught with thee,Leagues of land or ...
When the heavens with stars are gleamingLike a diadem of light,And the moon's pale rays are streaming,Decking earth with radiance ...
Come Peace, on snowy pinions,Come, nestle like a dove;Encircle earth's dominionsWith harmony and love.Let anger, pride and malice,And strife forgotten ...
Rest thee aged pilgrim, now thy toils are o'er;Peacefully thou'st landed over Jordan's shore;Safe from all the sorrows, free from ...
Oh! surely 'tis a theme sublimeThat stirs my soul to-day;Awake then, muse nor slumber more,Till sung the wondrous lay.My song ...
Can I forget thee? No, while mem'ry lasts,Thine image like a talisman entwined,Around my heart by sacred friendship's tiesRemains unchanged, ...
Sleep, Christian warrior, sleep,Life's fitful dream is o'er,Thy pain-tossed bark is anchoredSafe on the golden shore.'Neath the green sward we ...
My Mother! With the angels now,Life's race completely run;The Pilgrim's cross is laid aside,The Christian's crown is won.Full two-score years ...
Life's stormy surge had scarcely touchedHer blooming, beauteous brow,When rudely torn from earthly bliss,A budded, broken flower.Methinks I see her ...
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