Poems by Henry Abbey

In Lyons, in the mart of that French town,
Years since, a woman, leading a fair child,
Cra...

Along the cliff I walk in silence,
While over the blue of the waves below,
The white birds gl...

Now, through the crowded amphitheater,
Sounded a herald flourish loud and clear.
A breeze of ...

In memory of Ulysses S. Grant When all the sky was wild and dark,
When every heart was wrung w...

Moons on moons ago,
In the sleep, or night, of the moon,
When evil spirits have power,
Th...

When our free land's great captain, Washington,
Was colonel in Virginia, ere the war
He led ...

A widow by her landlord was oppressed
To pay at once her backward coin of rent;
For he, curse...

Death, or dishonor, which is best to taste?--
A Roman sentinel, with courage high,
When God...

I sought, in sleep, to find the mountain-lands
Where Science, in her hall of wonder, dwells....

To baffle time, whose tooth has never rest,
And make the counted line, from page to page,
C...

I shall not say, our life is all in vain,
For peace may cheer the desolated hearth;
But well...

So many poets die ere they are known,
I pray you, hear me kindly for their sake.
Not of the h...

In spring when branches of woodbine
Hung leafless over the rocks,
And fleecy snow in the hollo...

The pale day died in the rain tonight,
And its hurrying ghost, the wind, goes by:
The mount...

All bold, great actions that are seen too near,
Look rash and foolish to unthinking eyes;
Bu...