Poems by Eliza Allen Starr

ST. JOSEPH'S COTTAGE. May, 1865. Soft south airs, sweet airs so bland and tender,
Quickening...

Eve of October 9th, 1863. All day the clouds had been drifting,
Drifting with wind and with r...

A lonely mortal, wasted, faint, yet staid,
Paused in the deep Cathedral-portal's shade;
Th...

On the street,
I hear the crispy tread of snowy feet;
Everywhere,
Through doors, through w...

A mound of moss, with tiny, mossy blooms
Of red and yellow, streaked and speckled o'er,
And...

An india shawl--of texture wondrous fair,
Wrought in with rich devices quaint and rare,
And c...

As fragrant blooms by blushing orchard shed,
When spring's advancing season ripens fast
Such t...

From a heart of infinite longing the youth
Looks out on the world;
"Where, spirit of candor, ...

December, 1845. DEERFIELD. O how sadly looks out,
ON the clear winter night,
That lone cham...

1843. DEERFIELD. The wild Asters and the Golden-rod,
In their beauty and their prime,
With t...

July, 1844. LEYDEN. Upon his couch at eventide,
With earnest, restless eye,
An artist watc...

In a Public Square Dear wilding violets, of the self-same hue
As those I first in happy childh...

INSCRIBED TO THE "IRISH BRIGADE." August 2nd, 1864. O comrades dear,
Well may a tear
Drop on...

SAINT JOSEPH'S COTTAGE. 1866. A simple print from hand of high renown
Upon my low bed's head lo...

Do you remember how he lay
All through that glorious summer day,
How beauteous even in lifeles...