Snow-Drops (Kate Seymour Maclean Poems)
Dimly and dumbly under the ground,Groping the walls of their prison round,The roots of the aged and garrulous treesAre sending ...
Dimly and dumbly under the ground,Groping the walls of their prison round,The roots of the aged and garrulous treesAre sending ...
Roxana from the court retiring late, Sigh'd her soft sorrows at St. JAMES's gate: Such heavy thoughts lay brooding in her breast, Not ...
Thou look'dst on me all yesternight,Thine eyes were blue, thy hair was brightAs when we murmured our troth-plightBeneath the thick ...
The Hoosier Folk-Child--all unsung-- Unlettered all of mind and tongue; Unmastered, unmolested--made Most wholly frank and unafraid: Untaught of any school--unvexed Of law or creed--all ...
I.There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he,He would not stop at home, He could not quiet be- He took In his ...
OH, what's the way to Arcady, To Arcady, To Arcady;Oh, what's the way to Arcady, Where all the leaves are merry?Oh, what's ...
Good morning sweetheart.Good morning my Saint of a sweetheart.It has been two year mothersince the boy has sailedon his mythical ...
I stood in the forest on HURON HILL When the night was old and the world was still. The Wind was a ...
Lo! a form divinely brightDescends, and bursts upon my sight;A seraph of illustrious birth!(Religion was her name on earth);Supremely sweet ...
The long resounding marble corridors, theshining parlors with shining women inthem.The French room, with its gilt and garlandsunder plump little ...
Last night she came unto me, And kneeling by my side,Laid her head upon my bosom, My beautiful, my bride;My lost one, ...
Dreaming before the cheerful fire, Cushioned in easy chair,Methought a troupe of fairies bright, So blithe and debonair,Trooped gaily in the dim ...
Hush! She is dead! Tread gently as the light Foots dim the weary room. Thou shalt behold. Look:--In death's ermine pomp of ...
THIS POEM, DEDICATED TO HIS MOTHER.To twilight heads comes Death as comes a friend.As with the gentle fading of the ...
James Patrick O'Hara the Justice of Peace,He bossed the P.M. and he bossed the police;A parent, a deacon, a landlord ...
Gentle as dew, a summer showerIn beauty bathed tree, herb, and flower,And told the stream to murmur onWith quicker dance ...
MOONBEAM, come in! Thou art a welcome guest. 'Tis long since I have seen thy silver flame. Although I left the casement ...
A BalladThe wave, soft murmuring,With the wind frolicking,Leaps up into the air.You see it tremble, hover,Tumble and topple over,It is ...
His thundering carIs heard from afar,And his trumpet notes soundAll the country around;Stop your ears as you will,That loud blast ...
The Desert sands are heated, parched and dreary, The tigers rend alive their quivering preyIn the near Jungle; here the kites ...
The listless Palm-trees catch the breeze above The pile-built huts that edge the salt Lagoon,There is no Breeze to cool the ...
How sweetly on the wood-girt townThe mellow light of sunset shone!Each small, bright lake, whose waters stillMirror the forest and ...
Cross child! red, and frowning so?'I, the day just over,Gave a lock of hair to--no!How DARE you say, my lover?'He ...
On the tremulous coppice, From her plenteous hair, Large golden-rayed poppies Of moon-litten air The Night hath flung there. In the fern-favored hollow The fire-flies fleet Uncertainly ...
I. O tear-eyed goddess of the marble brow, Who showerest snows of tresses on the night Of anguished temples! lonely watcher, thou Who bendest ...
"My son," the stranger thus began, And drew me to the window side, "Now here are beauties better than You ever have dreamed, ...
I Now is it as if Spring had never been, And Winter but a memory and dream, Here where the Summer stands, her ...
When midnight flung o'er earth and seaHer solemn veil of gloom,All fearless and alone was she,The Lady Grizzel Hume,-Lighted beneath ...
WINTER is past; the heart of Nature warmsBeneath the wrecks of unresisted storms;Doubtful at first, suspected more than seen,The southern ...
With anxious eyes and dry, expectant lips,Within the sculptured stoa by the sea,All day she waited while, like ghostly ships,Long ...
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