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To Bettie (why, Beauteous Bettie, Longer Shed) To Bettie (why, Beauteous Bettie, Longer Shed)

To Bettie (why, Beauteous Bettie, Longer Shed)
Why, beauteous Bettie, longer shed Pearly showers of causeless grief,Why bend down that lovely head, Like the autumn's rain-wash'd leaf?Though in weeping, sad distress, Thy dear charms have lovelier grown,As drench'd Nature o'er her dress, Wears the rainbow's splendid zone.Yet why shed those beaded pearls From those eyes of softest blue,And why loose those auburn curls O'er that sweet neck's damask hue?Every liquid, falling gem, Flashing like the diamond's ray,In an eastern diadem, Let me kiss them all away.Then, from out this stormy gloom, Thy dear smile shall brightly steal;O'er my heart's... Poems - Post by : johncraig12 - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 3204

The Wanderer The Wanderer

The Wanderer
With none to share my ship with me,A wand'rer o'er life's stormy sea,One brilliant star, like lamp of love,Smiles calmly from its throne above.Oh! brightly o'er the surging wave,That lustre shines to bless and save;And on through billows thund'ring roll,Conducts me to my heavenly goal.That star by gracious Love was placed,To look, in beauty uneffaced,Over the wildest wrath of storms,And scatter round its glittering charms:It is Religion, and its rayIs fed by angel hands alway:It beams with beauty so divine,The wand'rer smiles to see it shine.Hail, one bright star on all life's main;Though surf roll high, and cordage strain;And cowards, ship!... Poems - Post by : networking - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 1040

To One To One

To One
I love thee, and my trembling lyre Will learn no other strain;I marvel if thy gentle heart Will ever cease disdain;I marvel if our future lives, Will mingle into one,And glitter like a happy stream, In an unclouded sun.I see that mid a wooing throng, Thou art a central star,And vying youths, with noble pride, Have brought their gifts from far:I only think the smiles thou giv'st, So freely unto them,If given to me, would bless me more, Than thrones or diadem.I love thee, and this throbbing heart, From thrall no longer... Poems - Post by : Sylvie_Laflamme - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 3457

O Birdie! Speak To Me O Birdie! Speak To Me

O Birdie! Speak To Me
O Birdie! speak to me, Speak from thy silent grave;It doth not roll o'er thee, Death's dark and Stygian wave!Sweet! speak, I'm sick, to hear The heaven of thy voice,Which wont, while life was dear, To thrill me and rejoice.Speak, Birdie! speak to me! Speak from the flowers which bloom,Beneath the cedar tree That hides thy dearest tomb!Speak, angel! speak to me; I know thou art not dead,That the dear soul in thee But, bird-like, upward sped!Yes! Birdie! speak to me, Maid most bright, most dear;Ask, if I'm true to thee,... Poems - Post by : healthimage - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 2371

Hymn To The Father Hymn To The Father

Hymn To The Father
Heavenly father, God of mercy, Look upon a sinful soul;For, the waves of sad contrition, Now above me darkly roll.Ah! my crimes are dark and grievous, The huge burthen hard to bear;All the day and night I'm sighing Whelm'd in grief and dark despair.Ah! how deeply I have fallen From my high and happy state,Where, enrob'd in thy dear image, Once, in tranquil peace, I sate.Black with sores, a loathsome leper, Lo! I wait before Thy throne;Cans't thou, Maker, wilt thou heal me, Make me whole and all thine own?Oh! Thy grace is... Poems - Post by : Diver - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 961

Virginia Home Of Honor Virginia Home Of Honor

Virginia Home Of Honor
Oh, home of honor, native land, When roaming o'er the sea,The eye still turns, the heart still yearns, O dearest home, for thee.When ranged around the social board, We bid our sorrows flee,We own a pride that we are sons, O dearest home, of thee.If earth retains one single draught Of pure and tranquil joy,Within whose sweet and sparkling wave, Is mixt no sad alloy;'Tis here we taste it while we sit, Beneath our natal tree,'Tis here it glads our heart of hearts, O dearest home, with thee.When we are cast on foreign... Poems - Post by : AndrewYKTo - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 1833

Serenade (how Sombre Is The Gloom!) Serenade (how Sombre Is The Gloom!)

Serenade (how Sombre Is The Gloom!)
How sombre is the gloom! I see no beam of star,Gleam o'er the garden's bloom, Or silent wood afar;So dark the thoughts which shroud His soul who sings to thee;Oh lady, cold and proud; Who scorn'st to think on me; Lady, lady, wake! List oh! list.The firefly lights the night, A moment and then dies;The lilacs pine for light, With sweet and odorous sighs:So Hope's deceitful beam, Illumines my despair,While I still sigh and dream, With many a sobbing prayer, Lady, lady, list!... Poems - Post by : AllenMacCannell - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 1278

The Old Mill Wheel The Old Mill Wheel

The Old Mill Wheel
The old mill-wheel, it turns, it turns Throughout the livelong day,And flings the current of the stream, Abroad in glist'ning spray:That old, black wheel has turn'd for years, Beside the mossy mill,That stands, like some old, sacred thing, Beneath the clay-red hill.The old mill-wheel, it turns, it turns Like time's unresting one,Which day and night, and night and day, Hath never ceased to run:The old mill-wheel, an emblem true, Of Time that ne'er stands still,I love to see it turning so, Beside the mossy mill.The old mill-wheel, it turns, it turns, As... Poems - Post by : vodanh - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 1206

Serenade (far O'er The Landscape Green) Serenade (far O'er The Landscape Green)

Serenade (far O'er The Landscape Green)
Far o'er the landscape green, The moonlight like a lake,Lies; 'tis a lovely scene, To bid my lady wake; My lady, lady, wake, Wake, oh! wake!The night is rich with smells, Like thoughts from heart of love,Wafted from flower bells, On unseen wings above; My lady, lady, wake, Wake, oh! wake!The Nightingale, a wo! Within the grove complains!--The stars are coming low To hear her killing strains! My lady, lady, wake, Wake, oh! wake!O see! my lady,... Poems - Post by : luckystrike23 - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 1253

On ---- On ----

On ----
A brainless beauty, a would-be coquette,A brow of marble, but a heart of jet;An eye that shows no vestige of the deepAnd stained thoughts that in her bosom sleep:By day a vestal, but by night a bawd;Her ways a riddle, her whole life a fraud;At church an angel, but at home a shrew,Cheating her mother, to her sire untrue;Vain without talent, without merit proud;By all who see her, still a fool allow'd;Without all love, with but the show of truth,She stares and simpers at the scornful youth;Or ambling loosely on the village street,While strangers sneer upon the fool they meet:She lives... Poems - Post by : forex123 - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 1314

I Love Thee I Love Thee

I Love Thee
I love thee--oh! I love thee, With fervor, deep and wild,Thy beauty's charm most strangely, My spirit hath beguiled.I love thee--oh! I love thee, The Spring's first, freshest flower,Comes not across my spirit, With such a holy power.I love thee--oh! I love thee, The fibres of my heartAre closely twined about thee, As if by magic art.I see thee--oh! I see thee, In the sunbeam, in the bud,In all that's fair in nature, In all that's bright and good.I hear thee--oh! I hear thee, In the melting music-words,That swell, at joyous morning,... Poems - Post by : doublefang - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 3435

To My Copy Of Shakspeare Which Had Been Lost To My Copy Of Shakspeare Which Had Been Lost

To My Copy Of Shakspeare Which Had Been Lost
Hast thou come back, my Shakspeare! bard, Who didst dethrone and drive away those others,From cold Parnassus, fate that seem'd too hard, To be inflicted on thy gentle brothers.Thou didst spare one, left him enthroned fast, The blind old man of Scio, hoary Homer,So that of all the harpers first and last, To call him king, is not a base misnomer.There on those far and ever whiten'd rocks, You two sit monarchs of a rich dominion;But I forgot dark Milton's sacred locks, Serenely resting from his seraph pinion!Hast thou come back, great bard, to charm... Poems - Post by : 1netbizman - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 2548

The Song Of The Slain At The Battle Of Ticonderoga The Song Of The Slain At The Battle Of Ticonderoga

The Song Of The Slain At The Battle Of Ticonderoga
Farewell to the land which we sought o'er the wave;We made it our home; it will now be our grave:Farewell, ye proud mountains, and valleys uneven,And thou, bright shining Glory, now setting in heaven.Farewell to our hearthstones, our cherished ones there,Our wives and our children, now reft of our care:Farewell, everloved of our souls--nevermore,Shall we look on your faces--our lifetime is o'er.We march to the field--'twill be red with our blood,Which shall make of its soil there a horrible mud;Where our bones by wild beasts on the desolate plain,Shall be torn, and be whiten'd by tempest and rain.We march to the... Poems - Post by : lsg39 - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 1723

You Told Me That You Loved Me You Told Me That You Loved Me

You Told Me That You Loved Me
When summer's rosy twilight fell,Upon yon river's gentle swell,Leading the spirit by its song,As through the land it sweeps along;We watched the stars, those worlds of love,That swim yon azure seas above--We heard each other's heart-pulse beat,In unison divinely sweet.Your virgin hand was laid in mine,I gazed into your spirit's shrine:We lost the sense of stars and earth,And of the dancing waters' mirth:We only saw each other then;We look'd as if no more again,And our tumultuous hearts should die,In that wild dream of ecstasy.I clasped you to my bosom there,I played with your dishevell'd hair;And then the thoughts which long had... Poems - Post by : 44857 - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 2919

Monticello ('tis True That When The God-like Die) Monticello ('tis True That When The God-like Die)

Monticello ('tis True That When The God-like Die)
'Tis true that when the god-like die, Their glorious monumentAre earth's great mountains and the sky, Their names with all things blent--But, then, some storied heap should showThe grave of worth entombed below.'Tis true, the pilgrim wandering slow, O'er sad Achaia's plain,Will feel his bosom warmly glow, And memory fire his brain--Achilles' strength--and Homer's songAcross his breast will roll along.But, had the Grecian chisel wrought, No pile above their graves,Say, could ye point out, save in thought, Their own, from tombs of slaves?A crumbling column, only showsWhere Greece's mighty dead repose.But tombs of men, more... Poems - Post by : takabull - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 3444

To Lizzie To Lizzie

To Lizzie
Oh, Lizzie, when I read your card, Which you had printed in the paper,Wherein you said your case was hard, My fancy cut a glorious caper.I said, that is a prudent fair Who has the true idea of living,And would not on the "desert air," Her fragrance still be giving.So I at once resolved to try So conquer all my vacillation,And fix my wand'ring heart and eye On only you, in all creation.I know that I had often sigh'd To other ladies quite as pretty,But then it could not be denied, To let... Poems - Post by : RenFromPenn - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 1156

On Hearing That My Love Was Proud On Hearing That My Love Was Proud

On Hearing That My Love Was Proud
And art thou proud, my darling love? Thus should it ever be;For beauty hath, the clearest right, Of sovereign majesty.Oh! art thou proud, my darling love! Then not to do thee wrong,Thou e'er shalt reign the sole, bright queen, Within my heart and song.(The end)James Avis Bartley's poem: On Hearing That My Love Was Proud... Poems - Post by : donben - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 789

To Spring To Spring

To Spring
Hail, beauteous maiden, gentle spring! I see thee slowly move,On lowering wings, on yon green hill From yon blue fields above.Hail, beauteous Spring! my bosom swells With joy to feel thee near,Thy joyful advent now dispels The winter, dark and drear.Hail, beauteous Spring, the meads are green, The lordly elms rejoice;Yon river flashes in the light, The springs send up a voice.The blue-bird sings thy welcome sweet From yonder blooming tree,The redbreast pours his simple note, A tribute glad, to thee.The cuckoo comes to join thy train, With his melodious lay,Until his... Poems - Post by : wyvern - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 1724

Hallowed Ground Hallowed Ground

Hallowed Ground
What bids the soul of man to gaze, Upon a spot of earth,As a sun of focal rays? The spell of human worth!The spot where human virtue stood, And struck for holy truth,Still stirs the world's ecstatic blood, A thing of mighty youth!When can the name of Marathon, Fall powerless, on the soul;Whilst thoughts of right, or injury, done, Along its fibres, roll?Can Waterloo grow trite by time, Or Yorktown fail to fire,Man's breast, with hatred most sublime, To wrong, till time expire?What hallows thus the hills of Greece, And flings that... Poems - Post by : realsuave - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 1915

A Portrait A Portrait

A Portrait
In those mild eyes, there is a lightWhich dwells not with the evil; andA calm repose upon thy features, whichSays thou art innocent. Around thee gleamingThere is a robe of more than loveliness,Of form, and face, and hair: it is the charmOf most majestic Goodness; which exaltsAn earth-born frame into an angel's stature.Oh! if this world had many like thyself,It were a heaven for blessed ones to dwell in.(The end)James Avis Bartley's poem: Portrait... Poems - Post by : gklom - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Avis Bartley - Read : 3288