The Nightingale, by Anna Katherine Green
And now soft night hath ta'en her seat on high,
Outbreathing balmy peace o'er all the land;
S...
And now soft night hath ta'en her seat on high,
Outbreathing balmy peace o'er all the land;
S...
A little month ago, and in my ear
I heard your low "I love" strike warm and clear,
And musing...
Darling, why this dainty glow
Shifting on your cheeks of snow?
Why this look of summer skies
...
The wave that floods the trembling shore,
And desolates the strand,
In ebbing leaves, 'mid f...
The sweetest hour in all love's wond'rous story,
When Hope first whispers of the coming glory. ...
Dost see yon orb of light that girt with power
Rides the still spaces of the firmament,
Queen-...
Then this is death--
How strange, how strange! Another hour,
Another breath
Of joyous life, ...
She held a secret in her inmost thought;
A secret which in shyly hiding, she
Revealed to all ...
When in the solemn dusk you sit and think,
With face upturned to the enduring skies,
Of life ...
A zephyr moves the maple-trees,
And straightway o'er the grass
The shadows of their branches s...
Have you listened to the singing
Of the meadow-grasses springing?
Heard the shadows, whisperin...
Hung thick with jets of burning gold, the sky
Crowns with its glorious dome the sleeping earth,...
I FROM HIM TO HER Sweet, when I gave my troth to you
I loved you--or imagined so;
But...
If I had known whose face I'd see
Above the hedge, beside the rose;
If I had known whose voic...
O the toils of life!
How small they seem when love's resistless tide
Sweeps brightly o'er them!...