Daily Archives: September 3, 2016

Poem – I saw thy Form in Youthful Prime

I saw thy form in youthful prime,  Nor thought that pale decay  Would steal before the steps of Time,  And waste its bloom away, Mary!  Yet still thy features wore that light,  Which fleets not with the breath;  And life … Continue reading

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Poem – I saw from the Beach 

I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining,  A bark o’er the waters move gloriously on;  I came when the sun o’er that beach was declining,  The bark was still there, but the waters were gone.  And such … Continue reading

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Poem – Her Picture

Go then, if she, whose shade thou art, No more will let thee soothe my pain; Yet, tell her, it has cost this heart Some pangs, to give thee back again. Tell her, the smile was not so dear, With … Continue reading

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