I am a child of Southern lands:
Dark blood flows through my veins;
My heart is white as any man's,
And love as deep there reigns.
And as my life is good or bad,
So my reward shall be;
And though I am a colored lad
I'll rank the same as he
Who…
Singst thou of love, my pretty bird,
Singst thou of love?
Thy melody my heart has stirred.
Singst thou of love?
Thy ovice doth fill th morning airWith notes of restful song that bearA message that methinks I've heardBefore. Singst thou of love,…
The waves dashed high, the thunders echoed far, -
The lightnings flashed into the dismal gloom
The flames heated in Nature's troubled womb;
And earth was shaken by the furious war;
The Ship of State was strained in every spar;
And strong men…
Although we are so near, we are so far,
As if the seat of [?] did intervene;
I cannot share the glories of thy star,
I cannot dwell where thou [?] queen!
So I the slender thread of life pursue, True as thou art to me, shall I be true.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder"
One who knew has wisely said,
Since it gives us time to ponder
Over love, though living, dead!
As we will, the sweet face haunts us
And the voice we love is heard,
Though the accent pains and taunts…
Be still, thou heart of mine!
Why dost thou throb against thy will!
Why watch the every move of him
Who loves thee not, whom thou lov'st still?
Why dost thou start in fear?
Why let it cause one mite of pain?
Why keep the faded flower, his…
A glimmering haze upon the landscape rests;
The sky has on a softer robe of blue;
And the slant sunbeams glisten mildly through
The floating clouds that light their pearly crests
'Mid the pure currents of the upper air.
The fields are dress'd in…
O empty sound, so fraught with woe, What dost thou come to pest me so -
Why trouble me at all?
Whene'er I would my troubles hide, Whatever else hath left my side,
Thou needst not a call.
Thou hoverest near against my will, Through sunshine and…
A sacred spot is this beside this grave:Here lies the one who nursed me at her breastAsleep in ever boundless, endless rest,Beyond the reach of earth's wild-aching craveTo live, beyond the grasp of fears that braveThe protests of the soul. Divine…
Too long
I've waited here
For thee, my love, the light
Of evening star hath lent the spell
And dream of its sweet beauty to the song
Of night so long a while, the spell
Doth wake my sighs, my light,
I've waited here
Too long.
