The Phantom, by Albert Laighton
There dwelleth a Phantom within my breast,
That lieth not down with me to rest,
But whether I...
There dwelleth a Phantom within my breast,
That lieth not down with me to rest,
But whether I...
In the West the distant lightning
Fitfully doth come and go,
Like the radiant wings of firefli...
A white haze glimmered on the hills,
The vales were parched and dry,
And glaringly the burnin...
A sunbeam through an open door
Streamed down the death-o'ershadowed aisle,
And lighted all our...
Guest from a holier world,
O, tell me where the peaceful valleys lie?
Dove in the ark of life...
A single tress of golden hair;
A sacred relic kept with care;
A memory of one so fair,  ...
Come forth, belové d, to the night!
What though no stars are in the skies;
Enough for...
The world puts on its robes of glory now;
The very flowers are tinged with deeper dyes;
The w...
They're speeding on--the weary winter hours;
These are thy emblems, thou departing year:
The...
An old lady, who was present at the execution of Ruth Blay, said, as Ruth was carried through ...
My form was hid in darkness; when the earth
Was void and formless, and the shoreless deep
Roll...
The breath of Spring will steal again
Bloom-scented o'er the earth,
And silently the sleeping ...
Ages since, men heard the ringing
Of the song-bells gently swinging
In the starry domes of tho...
I cannot tell you if the dead,
That loved us fondly when on earth,
Walk by our side, sit at ...
I wandered alone beside the stream;
The tide was out and the sands were bare;
The tremulous t...