The Lovers’ Last Meeting (Mattie Griffith Browne Poems)
IT was a calm, still, Sabbath eve--no breezeWent o'er the sleeping flowers, no murmured sound,From Nature's harp of many voices, ...
IT was a calm, still, Sabbath eve--no breezeWent o'er the sleeping flowers, no murmured sound,From Nature's harp of many voices, ...
THROW open yonder window, sister dear,For all seems gloomy and oppressive here;I feel, alas! that I am dying now,But the ...
WHY didst thou leave me thus? Had memoryNo chain to bind thee to me, lone and wreckedIn spirit as I ...
ANOTHER and another! 'Tis the stillAnd solemn hour of midnight. Not a soundOf mortal life disturbs the awful calmThat rests ...
MY cousin, I have never seen thee--yetFrom childhood's early years my dearest thoughtsHave been so full of thee, I almost ...
"OH,1ife, is very, very beautifulTo my young heart. No clouds are on its sky,Save those the rainbow crowns; no waters ...
THE twilight now is blushing o'er the earth--The west is glowing like a garden, richWith Summer's many-tinted blooms; the flowersOf ...
IT is the twilight hour, and o'er the earthThe softening spells of evening shadows steal.All here is stillness now, and ...
ON VISTING HER HOUSE AFTER HER DEATH.SHE is not here! Alas, she is not here!Yet all still breathes and speaks ...
THOU wilt not leave me, Love, to pine aloneUpon the dreary desert of the world.Thou wilt not, must not, nay, ...
DEAR father mine, thy grave is far away--Soft, sunny skies, bend warm and lovinglyAbove thy dreamless slumber, and the wavesOf ...
LIST, love, oh listen as the breezeGoes softly floating by,And to thine ear 'twill sweetly breatheMy young heart's tenderest sigh;And ...
DEAR, lovely girl, my thoughts are thine in this sweet twilight hour,The young, the bright, the beautiful, gone like a ...
ON RECEIVING A MAGNOLIA FLOWER FROM THE BEAUTIFUL SALLIE W.I LOVE to look on thee, oh glorious flower,The brightest nursling ...
OH minstrel of the magic lyre, thy soulIs full of fancies high and beautiful.I ne'er have seen thee, yet thy ...
AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED TO MRS. L. A. W., OF LITTLE ROCK.OH how serenely soft that pale high brow,O'er which her clustering ...
DEEP in my breast there is a sacred urnI ever guard with holiest care, and keepFrom the cold world's intrusion. ...
OH poet, to my lone and swelling heartHow gently comes the message sent by thine;It speaks to me of all ...
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