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, ...
WHY didst thou leave me thus? Had memoryNo chain to bind thee to me, lone and wreckedIn spirit as I ...
THOU lovest me no more. It needs not wordsTo tell me thou art altered now. Alas!I mark it well in ...
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 ...
MY dear, lost mother, it is midnight now,The sky is dark and starless, and the earthSeems bound as with a ...
I DO not love thee, yet why does thy calmSweet smile forever haunt my dreams, and whyDo thy dark eyes ...
ALONE he sat. His broad and lofty browWas bent upon his thin, pale hand; his locksOf jet hung o'er it ...
STRANGE feelings wildly throng around my heartOn this my natal day. They seem to comeLike mournful spirits from the distant ...
IT was a cold and bitter winter night.The keen winds howled around like beasts of preySeeking for victims. A white ...
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 ...
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