The Future (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
A figure wanders through my dreamsAnd wears a veil upon its face,Still bending to my breast it seems,Yet ever turns ...
A figure wanders through my dreamsAnd wears a veil upon its face,Still bending to my breast it seems,Yet ever turns ...
Not only in that other world, O friends,Do spirits sigh against their chain!Not only there is long Remembrance vain,And Hope ...
So noble that he cannot seeHe stands in aught above the rest,But does his greatness easily,And mounts his scaffold with ...
Many voices in the woodlandsStrike on the delighted ear,-Voices from the trees above usSinging to the opening year;Notes that seem ...
Lying in the shadow, looking at the sky,Proud sweet hours glance back at us, smile in passing by;Show us something ...
The child upon the mountain-sidePlays fearless and at ease,While the hush of purple eveningSpreads over earth and seas;The valley lies ...
Across the moon the beech-tree weavesAn airy mystery of leaves,The lights which through that covert passGlisten like rain-drops on the ...
How pleasant is the morning!How innocent and bright!How pretty and surprisingTo see the sun uprising,A ball of golden light!While sleepy ...
Her heart is light, her fancy free,Her morn of womanhood,Fresh as the wind that curls the sea,Is chainless and unwoo'd;The ...
Out of a tomb the world's hope went of old,While angels shone around, Force shrank away,And weeping Love, eternally consoled,Went ...
Looking back,Wander we through life's long track,Looking back,Where a parted sun's soft rayLingers yet across the way.Gazing home,As the slow ...
Father, I bring before Thy throneA heart more dear to me than mine;O! watch it with Thine eyes benign,And take ...
The languid world went by me as I foundA jewel on the ground,Under a silent weed,A nameless glory set for ...
Is it the foot of GodUpon the waters, that they seethe and blazeAs when of old He trodThe desert ways,And ...
I heard there was no place among the powersFor Beauty; that she stands not in the plan;That even the tints ...
Take me from these dreary shades,Lift me to some softer morn,Where the laughing light invadesThat old silence of the gladesWhich ...
Not by thy side, but in thy heart'Tis mine to dwell;We scorn to utter when we partThat feeble word, "Farewell."Lift ...
Not only echoes from the pastTalk to us in that tender phrase;It rings upon our hearts at last,A watchword for ...
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