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 ...
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, ...
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 ...
I LEARNED within myself to live. I saw,E'en in my childhood, that the heart's bright budsWithered and faded at the ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
MY cousin, I am gazing on thee now,And well I mark, with soul of joy and pride,The changing beauty of ...
SWEET sister, thou art very beautiful,Thy wild and dark eye-flashes, burns and glowsWith glorious spirit-lustre, and a spellOf deep 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, ...
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 ...
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 ...
OH poet, to my lone and swelling heartHow gently comes the message sent by thine;It speaks to me of all ...
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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