Written in a Cemetary (Kate Seymour Maclean Poems)
Stay yet awhile, oh flowers!—oh wandering grasses, And creeping ferns, and climbing, clinging vines;—Bend down and cover with lush odorous masses My ...
Stay yet awhile, oh flowers!—oh wandering grasses, And creeping ferns, and climbing, clinging vines;—Bend down and cover with lush odorous masses My ...
THE minstrel-king of Judah satAll in his banquet-hall,Richly arrayed in Eastern state,On a high festival.A Syrian slave stood by his ...
Cold Virtue guard me, or I shall endureFrom the next glance a double calentureOf fire and lust! Two flames, two ...
She sleeps and dreams; one milk-white, lawny arm Pillowing her heavy hair, as might cold Night Meeting her sister Day, with glory ...
To thee, the guardian of my youthful days,Fain would I pay some tribute of respect;And though it falls far short ...
To E.C.S. to the memory of her sisterDear sister! we were little girlsWhen we were standing by,With eyes brim full ...
IN the drizzling mist, with the snow high-pil'd,In the Winter night, in the forest wild,I heard the wolves with their ...
Somewhere beneath the sun,These quivering heart-strings prove it,Somewhere there must be oneMade for this soul, to move it;Some one that ...
It is the sweet spring time, and I am separated from my beloved!Alas! alas! that thou passest away, O spring, ...
Ye who have come o'er the seato behold this grey minster of lands,Whose floor is the tomb of time past,and ...
DEEP in the wave is a coral grove,Where the purple mullet, and gold-fish rove,Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of ...
I. In the jolly winters Of the long-ago, It was not so cold as now-- O! No! No! Then, as I remember, Snowballs, to eat, Were as ...
When are the children all happy and gay?When do they ne'er grow tired of play?When do their mouths seem like ...
When first thine eyes unveil, give thy soul leaveTo do the like: our bodies but forerunThe spirit's duty. True hearts spread ...
Written in the month of January, the ground covered with snow.'Tis winter, drear winter, and cold the winds blow,The ground ...
I 'm ashamed,--that 's the fact,--it 's a pitiful case,--Won't any kind classmate get up in my place?Just remember how ...
Listen, Leo, remember the lifeboatwe pilfered from what you saidwas an abandoned garage sale,1442 Columbus, not the explorer,the street? Last ...
SPRING house-cleaning in Arcadie, When every bough is bare;'If it bring Wendy back to me, 'I wish,' quoth Pan, ' 'twere here.'For ...
1 A stream of tender gladness,2 Of filmy sun, and opal tinted skies ;3 Of warm midsummer air that lightly ...
VERY dark the autumn sky, Dark the clouds that hurried by;Very rough the autumn breeze Shouting rudely to the trees.Listening, frightened, pale, ...
OPPOSITE my chamber window,On the sunny roof, at play,High above the city's tumult,Flocks of doves sit day by day.Shining necks ...
O Moon, that sailest in the heavens above,Inscrutable, pale, beautiful, alone.Art weary of thy solitary throne ?Dost long sometimes for ...
ALL night above their rocky bedThey saw the stars march slow;The wild Sierra overhead,The desert's death below.The Indian from his ...
My bonnie flower, with truest joy Thy welcome face I see, The world grows brighter to my eyes, And summer comes with thee. My ...
Jacinth, Jacinth, where do you goWith your eyes like spring and your step like snow?Who wrought, my Jacinth, ...
Ah, have you seen Aoranghi rise, His white cloud-robes unrolled, And lift his prayer to sapphire skies Gleamed through with ...
I AM happy with her I love,In a circle of charmed repose;My soul leaps up to follow her feetWherever my ...
From "Beltenebros at Miraflores"O sunset, from the springs of starsDraw down thy cataracts of gold;And belt their streams with burning ...
My Harp had long hung on a withering tree,— The snow lay around it, and loud howl'd the blast ;It had ...
The summer of nineteen eighteenI read The Jungle and TheResearch Magnificent. That fallMy father died and my auntTook me to ...
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