Category: Poetry

Minor Poems

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Chapters

1. Part 1

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 2

I 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 3

When 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 4

I 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 7

The 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 8

See! 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 9

A 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 10

It 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 11

A 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...