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 ...
THE gentle spirit of the twilight nowHas shut his rosy wings, and I have comeOut in the sad, sweet starlight, ...
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 ...
THOU lovest me no more. It needs not wordsTo tell me thou art altered now. Alas!I mark it well in ...
AN hour ago the music at the wood,And the low chant of waves came o'er the glade,But now no murmur ...
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 ...
SWEET sister, thou art very beautiful,Thy wild and dark eye-flashes, burns and glowsWith glorious spirit-lustre, and a spellOf deep and ...
THOU wilt not leave me, Love, to pine aloneUpon the dreary desert of the world.Thou wilt not, must not, nay, ...
AS here I sit within my lonely room,A spirit seems abroad upon the air,That o'er me flings an influence mild ...
DEAR, lovely girl, my thoughts are thine in this sweet twilight hour,The young, the bright, the beautiful, gone like a ...
AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED TO MRS. L. A. W., OF LITTLE ROCK.OH how serenely soft that pale high brow,O'er which her clustering ...
OH poet, to my lone and swelling heartHow gently comes the message sent by thine;It speaks to me of all ...
ON THE EVE OF HIS DEPARTURE FOR EUROPE.THOU'LT leave us! O'er the wild waves of the deep,Where winds in fierce ...
OH thou hast called me thy own sister dear,And my wild heart, o'erfilled with burning love,Hath sprung, as springs the ...
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