Poems by Henry Abbey

Poems by Henry Abbey

The King and the Naiad, by Henry Abbey

When the wrongs of peace grow mighty,
They beget the wrong of war,
Whose wild night, with de...

The Long Regret, by Henry Abbey

Two angels stood without The City's gate
And down beside the wall where ran a stream,
And palm...

Low Tide, by Henry Abbey

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

Moro, by Henry Abbey

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

On a Great Warrior, by Henry Abbey

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

Ontiora, by Henry Abbey

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

The Patriot's Courage, by Henry Abbey

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

The Picture, by Henry Abbey

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

The Roman Sentinel, by Henry Abbey

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

Science and the Soul, by Henry Abbey

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

The Singer's Alms, by Henry Abbey

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

The Statue, by Henry Abbey

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

Storm, by Henry Abbey

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

To a Blue Hepatica, by Henry Abbey

A flake of light-blue sky,
Perched on the top of a slender stem,
Like a bird with his azure w...

To Baffle Time, by Henry Abbey

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