Harry The First (Marietta Holley Poems)
In his arm-chair, warmly cushioned,In the quiet earned by labor,Life's reposeful Indian summer,Grandpa sits; and lets the paperLie upon his ...
In his arm-chair, warmly cushioned,In the quiet earned by labor,Life's reposeful Indian summer,Grandpa sits; and lets the paperLie upon his ...
The vicar sat in the firelight's glow,A volume in his hand,And a tear he shed for the widespread woe,And the ...
The sword was sheathed: in April's sunLay green the fields by Freedom won;And severed sections, weary of debates,Joined hands at ...
(The Song of NEHEMIAH'S WorkmenHow many miles to Babylon?'Three score and ten.Can I get there by candle-light?Yes, and back again.We ...
A village Chorus is supposed to be assembled, and about tocommence its festive procession.[Written for the birthday of the Duchess ...
I DO not love thee, yet why does thy calmSweet smile forever haunt my dreams, and whyDo thy dark eyes ...
Land I adore, farewell! thou land of the southern sun's choosing!Pearl of the Orient seas! our forfeited Garden of Eden!Joyous I yield ...
Glorious it is, though concealing its glory: and a guide, though under the veil of coquetry. Its discourse is bright ...
Farrar, when o'er Goodwin's pageLate I found thee poring,From the hydrostatic SageLeaky Memory storing,Or when groaning yesterdayNeedlessly distractedBy some bright ...
A minstrel old, in feudal hall, When wassail bowls were brimm'd and flowing,Responsive to his chieftain's call, And joyous dame, young, bright, ...
I loked about, and sawe a craggy rocheFarre in the west, neare to the element;And as I dyd then unto ...
HE LONGED to be a Back-Blocks Bard, And fame he wished to win-He wrote at night and studied hard (He read The ...
It's fifty towmonds since, an' mair, Wi' lichtsome fit an' richt guid-wull,Ae simmer day I teuk the gate Oot ower the muirs ...
Look around thee—see decayOn her wing of darkness, sweepingEarth's proud monuments away—See the muse of history weepingO'er the ruins time ...
From days unnumber'd hath the custom beenTo shear, in summer months, the loaded sheep,And keep the jocund feast: so still ...
I arise and go down to the River, and currents that come from the sea,Still fresh with the salt of ...
ALONE he sat. His broad and lofty browWas bent upon his thin, pale hand; his locksOf jet hung o'er it ...
I tread the vast deserted stageWhereon the Caesars lived and died;The relics of Rome's golden ageLie strewn about me far ...
Ye many twinkling stars, who yet do holdYour brilliant places in the sable vaultOf night's dominions!—Planets, and central orbsOf other ...
THE KNOWLEDGE OF GOD is the wisdom of man- This is the end of Being, wisdom; this Of wisdom, action; and of ...
A hundred times the bells of Brown Have rung to sleep the idle summers,And still to-day clangs clamoring down A greeting to ...
FIRST SPIRITSister spirit, listen!Methinks I hear a song,Resounding strangely, sadly,These peaceful plains along.SECOND SPIRIT'Tis like those lays we sang in ...
(Written in her fifteenth year.)The Indian Chieftain is far away,Through the forest his footsteps fly,But his heart is behind him ...
O brothers mine, to-day we standWhere half a century sweeps our ken,Since God, through Lincoln's ready hand,Struck off our bonds ...
There was a king of Yvetot, Of whom renown hath little said, Who let all thoughts of glory go, And dawdled half his ...
Down here where the ships loom large in The gloom when the sea-storms veer,Down here on the south-west margin Of the western ...
North and west along the coast among the misty islands, Sullen in the grip of night and smiling in the ...
DEAD!-it was like a thunderboltTo hear that he was dead;Though for long weeks the words of fearCame from his dying ...
Path beside the silver waters, flashing in October's sun-Walk, by green and golden margins where the sister streamlets run-Twenty shining ...
While the thistle bearsSpears,And the shamrock is green,And the English roseBlows,A health to the Queen!A health to the Queen, a ...
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