The Bridal Bell, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Oh Bridal Bell, lone Bridal Bell!
Who shall t...
Animal Poems
The Butterfly, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Butterfly, butterfly, where are you going?
D...
The Cavern by the Sea, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
The tropical islands of Tonga
In the Southern ...
The Coyote, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Forth from his lonely haunt,
Lean, evil-eyed...
The Creation, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
From the blackness and darkness of chaos
Jehov...
The Cry of the Soul, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
I have done the best I could, O Lord!
Yet my ...
The Demon of Despair and the Angel of Hope, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Evil Enchantress spread thy raven wings,
Thy ...
The Depths, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Sublime and wonderful art thou, O deep,
Illu...
The Desert Camel, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Trackless and bare are the sands of the desert
...
Do They Think of Me at Home?, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
When sunset tints the western skies
With eveni...
Easter Day, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
The happiest day of all the year is this
By so...
Easter Hymn, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
'Tis morn in Joseph's garden now
Where death a...
Empty Nests, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Rocked on many a bending bough
Empty nests are...
Fame, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Millions have gazed upon thy towering height,
...
Flor Del Espiritu Santo, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Loitering, midst the tropic glory of a large c...
Flowers and Weeds, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
This fragile hothouse plant of mine
In perfect...
The Grave of the Suicide, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Bring no fair flowers to deck this tomb
They o...
Had I But Wings Like Thine, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Had I but wings like thine,
Free bird of flig...
Hope's Choral, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Glad is my heart this Autumn morn
Though oft b...
The Invalid to the Caged Bird, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
What are you singing my beautiful bird?
What a...
Josephine, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
(The last word spoken by Napoleon the Great, b...
The Love of God, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
What though an angel dipped his pen
In living ...
The Maiden's Lament to Her False Lover, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
I have flown from you like a wounded bird
With...
Music, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
There is music in the woodlands
When the birds...
O, Can I Be Happy in Heaven?, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
O, can I be happy in Heaven,
Though free fro...