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 ...
THE gentle spirit of the twilight nowHas shut his rosy wings, and I have comeOut in the sad, sweet starlight, ...
"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 ...
THE twilight now is blushing o'er the earth--The west is glowing like a garden, richWith Summer's many-tinted blooms; the flowersOf ...
A SCENE FROM BULWER'S ZANONI.IT was the close of day upon the shoresOf beauteous Naples. The low murmuring wavesThat rose ...
AN hour ago the music at the wood,And the low chant of waves came o'er the glade,But now no murmur ...
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 ...
ON SEEING HER AS JULIET.OH, thou art wondrous fair! I did not dreamThus to behold the fancy of the great,Immortal ...
ALONE he sat. His broad and lofty browWas bent upon his thin, pale hand; his locksOf jet hung o'er it ...
ON VISTING HER HOUSE AFTER HER DEATH.SHE is not here! Alas, she is not here!Yet all still breathes and speaks ...
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 ...
AS here I sit within my lonely room,A spirit seems abroad upon the air,That o'er me flings an influence mild ...
DEAR father mine, thy grave is far away--Soft, sunny skies, bend warm and lovinglyAbove thy dreamless slumber, and the wavesOf ...
DEAR, lovely girl, my thoughts are thine in this sweet twilight hour,The young, the bright, the beautiful, gone like a ...
OH, wearily, most wearily through life,The orphan girl in bitter grief must go,Uncheered amid the dark and fearful strifeA cold ...
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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