Category: Poetry
Minor Poems
Produced by Meredith Bach, Delphine Lettau and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.)
Category: Poetry
Produced by Meredith Bach, Delphine Lettau and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.)
Produced by Meredith Bach, Delphine Lettau and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by T...
2. Part 2I wish you were here. Were I duller Than dull, you'd be dearer than dear; I am dressed in your favorite color,-- Dear Fred, how I wish you were here! I am wearing my lazuli neck...
3. Part 3When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered o'er with white; Wh...
4. Part 4I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups,-- Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The la...
5. Part 5'Tis a fearful night in the winter time, As cold as it ever can be; The roar of the blast is heard like the chime Of the waves on an angry sea. The moon is full; but her silver...
6. Part 6"I've a splendid blood horse, and--a liver That it jars into torture to trot; My row-boat's the gem of the river,-- Gout makes every knuckle a knot! I can buy boundless credits...
7. Part 7The tumult of each sacked and burning village; The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns; The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns;
8. Part 8See! the white moon shines on high; Whiter is my true-love's shroud, Whiter than the morning sky, Whiter than the evening cloud. My love is dead, Gone to his death bed, All unde...
9. Part 9A soft air fans the cloud apart: there comes A glimpse of that dark world where I was born. Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulde...
10. Part 10It is the calm and solemn night! A thousand bells ring out, and throw Their joyous peals abroad, and smite The darkness,--charmed and holy now! The night that erst no name had w...
11. Part 11A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun 213 Ae fond kiss, and then we sever! 52 Ah! Jeane, my maid, I stood to you 20 Ah! my heart is weary waiting 91 All houses wherein men ha...