Elegiack Lines (Judith Sargent Murray Poems)
[The following was written by the authoress of the Invocation to Hope--Philander, a Pastoral Elegy--and Lines to Euphelia--which appeared under ...
[The following was written by the authoress of the Invocation to Hope--Philander, a Pastoral Elegy--and Lines to Euphelia--which appeared under ...
In the sleep-haunted gloomBorn of the slumbrous twilight in these shades,These vast and venerable collonades, I welcome thee, dear June! And while ...
Sleep on! Sleep on! beguiling The hours with happy rest. Sleep!--by that dreamy smiling, I know that thou art blest. Thy mother over thee ...
Hush! speak in accents soft and low,And treat with careful stealthThro' that rich curtained room which tellsOf luxury and wealth;Men ...
MY ever dear an' worthy aunty,Wha ne'er o' wit nor lear was vaunty;Yet often could, like honest grandam,Unravel dreams; an' ...
Oh, not for me will be a graveWith cross-marked stone to view!I die upon the field of death;My name will ...
I.Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering?The sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing.2.Ah, what ...
Francis D' Assisi, gentlest Saint of Saint's,Within his garden where the roses grewThat knew no thorn, slept from a wearinessOf ...
'Neither the Jungfrau nor the Finsteraarhorn has yet been trodden by thefoot of man!'The topmost peaks of the Alps… A ...
I.Who pipes upon the long green hill, Where meadow grass is deep?The white lamb bleats but followeth on— Follow the clean white ...
O grandest of the Angels, and most wise,O fallen God, fate-driven from the skies,Satan, at last take pity on our ...
"How cold, how beautiful, how bright,The cloudless heaven above us shines;But 't is a howling winter's night-'T would freeze the ...
Beneath the trees with heedful step and slow At night I go,Fearful upon their whispering to break Lest they awakeOut of those ...
DEAD! dead! in sooth his marbled brow is cold,And prostrate lies that brave, majestic head;True! his stilled features own death's ...
"Why are you weeping, ye gentle flowers?Are ye not blest in your sunny bowers?Have you startling dreams that make ye ...
The stars are clear and frosty, and the Earth Is laid in her first sleep, secure and calm; The glorious works of ...
In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven selves sat together and thus conversed ...
The flowers you reared repose in sleepWith folded bells where the night-dews weep,And the passing wind, like a spirit, grievesIn ...
Sundown—and silence—and deep peace,—Night's benediction and release;—The tints of day die out and cease.This morn I heard the Sabbath bellsAcross ...
I know not where you wait for me in all your maiden sweetness,Sweet soul in whom my life will find ...
Not as in youth, with steps outspeeding morn, And cheeks all bright from rapture of the way, But in strange mood, half ...
SOLE partner of my heart! remov'd from all,Here on the lonely shore to thee I call;The waves which raise their ...
Sweet girl! though only once we met,That meeting I shall ne'er forget;And though we ne'er may meet again,Remembrance will thy ...
Spirit of Como, whose rhythmical callMurmurs caressingly under my wall,Why are thy feet, though the hour be late,Mounting the moon-silvered ...
Thou who hast follow'd far with eyes of loveThe shy and virgin sights of Spring to-day,Sad soul, what dost thou ...
I AM sitting alone and weary,By the hearth of my darkened room,And the low wind's miserere,Makes sadder the midnight gloom."There's ...
I'll tell the story, kissing This white hand for my pains:No sweeter heart, nor falser E'er filled such fine, blue veins.I'll sing ...
Thrice welcome from the Land of FlowersAnd golden-fruited orange bowersTo this sweet, green-turfed June of ours!To her who, in our ...
The Pilgrim Fathers,—where are they?—The waves that brought them o'erStill roll in the bay, and throw their sprayAs they break ...
Gone are the dreams of gay delight,That hover'd o'er my youthful slumbers ; No more I view their features bright,No more ...
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