Alaska (Mary Weston Fordham Poems)
With thy rugged, ice-girt shore,Draped in everlasting snow,Thou'rt enthroned a queen.Crown of moss and lichen grey,Frosted o'er with ocean spray,All ...
With thy rugged, ice-girt shore,Draped in everlasting snow,Thou'rt enthroned a queen.Crown of moss and lichen grey,Frosted o'er with ocean spray,All ...
Doubt takes to wings on such a night as this; And while the traveler hugs her fluttering cloak, And staggers o'er the ...
There is something so beseeching in the attitude of sleep, A pathetic resignation, most appealing to the heart. .There must surely ...
MotherSWEET slumber now creeps o'er thee slow,Sweet breezes rock thee to and fro:My baby sleeps, so soft and lowWith sweetest ...
IWhen you are trying to sleep, Solominka,In your enormous bedroom, and are waiting,Sleepless, for the high and weighty ceiling to ...
The early lost I mourn, Ah, not the early dead;The early lost return, Young hope's fair blossom shed. Gone up like dust.Oh, deeper ...
O WANDERING minstrel, wild Wind o' the Sea,That knowest the innermost being of meWho love thy rude sport with the ...
1.One looks into the sun lawn, and the steep Curved slopes of hills, set sharp against the sky, With tufted woods encinctured, ...
I SHOULD like to dwell where the deep blue seaRock'd to and fro as tranquilly,As if it were willing the ...
A stranger came one night to Yussouf's tent,Saying, 'Behold one outcast and in dread,Against whose life the bow of power ...
When summer came, we locked up our lives and fledto the woods in Maine, and pulled up over our headsa ...
Water drinks its paradise in the sea,and sweat finds horizon, uproar, crest.Sweat is a brimming salty tree,a greedy surf.To offer ...
WHEN hope lies dead within the heart,By secret sorrow long conceal'd,We shrink lest looks or words impartWhat may not be ...
A LITTLE while (my life is almost set!)I fain would pause along the downward way,Musing an hour in this sad ...
AS when from dreams awakingThe dim forms float awayWhose visioned smiles were makingOur darkness bright as day;We vainly strive, while ...
HE comes not--I have watch'd the moon go down,But yet he comes not--Once it was not so.He thinks not how ...
'T IS now the hour of mirth, the hour of love,The hour of melancholy. Night, as vainOf her full beauty, ...
They tell me that the weather's fair, The day serene and balmy;No more for rain need I prepare -- No chilly blast ...
Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon,Rapid clouds have drank the last pale beam of even:Away! the gathering winds ...
It lies around us like a cloud,A world we do not see;Yet the sweet closing of an eyeMay bring us ...
Reptilian green the wrinkled throat,Green as a bough of yew the beard;He bent his head, and so I smote;Then for ...
Did we but know what lurks beyond the NOW; Could we but see what the dim future hides;Had we some power ...
Only a night from old to new!Only a night, and so much wrought!The Old Year's heart all weary grew,But said: ...
Sing her a song of the sun: Fill it with tones of the stream, -Echoes of waters that run Glad with the ...
Season of general rest, whose solemn stillStrikes to the trembling heart a fearful chill,But speaks to philosophic souls delight;Thee do ...
Now a whole year has waxed and waned and whitenedOver the mounds that marked the grim advance;The winter snows have ...
BEHOLD yonder Maniac! how swiftly she flies, O'er hills, and o'er mountains, still deep'ning her sighs,She laughs at the trav'ller who ...
Veronica. COME then, a song; a winding gentle song,To lead me into sleep. Let it be lowAs zephyr, telling secrets ...
O for a thousand tongues to singMy great Redeemer's praise,The glories of my God and King,The triumphs of his grace!My ...
The wiree sang that Christmas Day,A rippling, limpid, liquid lay In clump and cover trilling;On ripened grain and gleaming roadThe molten, ...
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