PoemsGolden Era Company, 1885 - 134 pages |
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beautiful bless breast breath bright Bring flowers brow burning Carmel at Monterey clasp cold crown dark death dreams drop Elberon eyes face fair feet fled forever FORGOTTEN HEROES gleam gold golden Good-bye grave hair hand heart Heaven kiss kneel laugh life's light lily lips lisp live love thee love's maiden Mission Carmel Mission old mother MOUNT WHITNEY MYSTERY OF CARMEL ne'er neath never night o'er ocean old and gray OPENING THE GATE pain pale Pearlie has gone poem POOR LITTLE JOE REYENITA rocking the baby rose ashes ROSEBUD roses go sailor brave SANSON Santa Claus sea gives shining ship sigh SIR TRISTRAM smile snow Somebody's baby's dead song soul stain stars stood summer sweet tears tell tender thine thou thought Till the sea to-day tone tramp Twas twilight voice wait Watching the shadows waves weft whisper white chrysanthemum wild wooing
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Page 73 - ... sa legend told of a far-cff land "— The land of a king — where the people planned To build them a bell that never should ring But to tell of the death, or the birth, of a king, Or proclaim an event, with its swinging slow, That could startle the nation to joy or woe. It was not to be builded — this bell that they...
Page 70 - And my emptier heart is breaking In its desolate loneliness, I list to the rocking, rocking, In the room just next to mine, And breathe a prayer in silence At a mother's broken shrine, For the woman who rocks the baby In the room just next to mine.
Page 73 - That had warded off blows on the Saracen fields; Freemen brought chains from the prisons afar — Bonds that had fettered the captives of war. And sabers were cast in the molten flood Stained with the crimson of heroes' blood. Pledges of love, a bracelet, a ring, A gem that had gleamed in the crown of a king; The coins that had ransomed a maiden from death, The words, hot with eloquence, caught from the breath Of a sage, and a prayer from the lips of a slave Were heard and recorded, and cast in the...
Page 75 - From ocean to ocean when brave Lincoln fell; And again its wild notes sent a thrill through the land When G-arfield was struck by a traitorous hand; And once in each year, as time onward rolls, Slowly, and muffled, and mournful it tolls A dirge, while Columbia pauses to spread A tribute of love on the graves of her dead. While Washington's name is emblazoned in gold, While the valor of Perry or Sherman is told, While patriots treasure the words of a Hayne, The fiery drops from the pen of a Paine,...
Page 73 - It was not to be builded — this bell they had planned — Of common ore dug from the breast of the land, But of metal first molded by skill of all arts — Built of the treasures of fond human hearts. And from all o'er the land, like pilgrims, they came, Each to cast in a burden, a mite in the flame Of the furnace — his offering — to mingle and swell In the curious mass of this wonderful bell.
Page 70 - And the sweet little smiling, pouting mouth, That to hers in kissing clings, As she rocks and sings to the baby, And dreams as she rocks and sings. I hear her rocking the baby, Slower and slower now, And I know she is leaving her good-night kiss On its eyes, and cheeks and brow.
Page 70 - I hear her rocking the baby — Her room is just next to mine — And I fancy I feel the dimpled arms That round her neck entwine, As she rocks, and rocks the baby, In the room just next to mine. I hear her rocking the baby Each day when the twilight comes, And I know there's a world of blessing and love In the " baby bye " she hums. I see the restless fingers Playing with
Page 26 - Round her she made an atmosphere of life, The very air seem'd lighter from her eyes, They were so soft and beautiful, and rife With all we can imagine of the skies, And pure as Psyche ere she grew a wife — Too pure even for the purest human ties; Her overpowering presence made you feel It would not be idolatry to kneel.
Page 74 - ... derision, and scoffed at the pains Of the builders; and harder and harder the chains Of a tyrannous might on the people were laid; More insatiate, more servile, the tribute they paid; There was something, they found, far more cruel than death, And something far sweeter than life's fleeting breath. But, hark! in the midst of the turbulent throng, The moans of the weak and the groans of the strong, There's a cry of alarm. Some invisible power Is moving the long-silent bell in the tower. Forward,...
Page 51 - So wondrous inequally classed ? Ask it, ye, over and over, Let the winds waft your question on high, Till memory wanes with the ages, Till the stars in eternity die. And out from the bloom and the sunshine, From the rainbow o'er-arching the sky, From the night and the gloom and the tempest, Echo will answer you,