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…
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,…
'Mid night's sweet calm, when day in sleepDoth feel the breadth and lengthened sweepOf Time's grim chase to catch the years,There comes to Earth the chiding fears
That revel in the starry deep
Those thuds of woeful pain that steepThe soul in…
I've seen thee, flower, laugh in May,
But now confess to see thee bloom
Amid this waste of snow and gloom
It starts strange fancies into play, And as I look to earth, to sky -
A sheet of white, a veil of grey -
I wonder why thou sought'st a…
I'll win thee yet, my dainty lass,
I'll win thee yet,
Though you may say me nay, my lass,
I'll win thee yet,
While now your head you hold quite high,And steal your heart in vain I try,
I'll win it yet, my pretty lass,
I'll win it yet.
Perhaps…
'Tis many days have breathed their life away Since first we met, old boy; some dark as night, In shadows steeped in woe, which put to flight Those restful dreams of youth, that gentle sway Of Love's sweet spell which made bright havoc play Unhurtful…
If doubting Tom should chance to find
Himself in angel company,
He'd say that he did devils see
And point their horns to prove their kind ------------------ Thy life is blameless, spotless, pure;
'Tis well 'tis so, - 'twere better so
Than…
Lament who will, in fruitless tears,
The speed with which our moments fly:
I sigh not over vanished years,
But watch the year that hastens by.
Look how they come! - a mingled crowd
Of bright and dark, but rabid days;
Beneath them, like a summer…
Admit her to the Union? - Yes!
If our democracy can bow
To kings, and is prepared to kiss
The loathsome hem of tyrants now;
From principles that years have tried,
If thus we fall, no longer men,
And to our fathers' deeds of pride
Are recreant…
Hail to the ever cheeringFirst,When slavery's iron shackles burst;Conduct, and notcolormustProve the worth of human dust.Thousandshail this hallowed day,Over the warm waves, far away,Where the tropic mountains rise,And summer never leaves the…
