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The Voices Of The Death Chamber The Voices Of The Death Chamber

The Voices Of The Death Chamber
The night lamp is faintly gleaming Within my chamber still,And the heavy shades of midnight Each gloomy angle fill,And my worn and weary watchers Scarce dare to move or weep,For they think that I am buried In deep and quiet sleep.But, hush! what are those voices Heard on the midnight air,Of strange celestial sweetness, Breathing of love and prayer?Nearer they grow and clearer, I hear now what they say--To the Kingdom of God's glory, They're calling me away!See my gentle mother softly To me approaches now,What is the change she readeth... Poems - Post by : mwheatley - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 1382

Time's Changes In A Household Time's Changes In A Household

Time's Changes In A Household
They grew together side by side,They filled one house with gleeTheir graves are severed far and wide--By mountain stream and tree.Mrs. HemansThey were as fair and bright a band as ever filled with prideParental hearts whose task it was children beloved to guide;And every care that love upon its idols bright may showerWas lavished with impartial hand upon each fair young flower.Theirs was the father's merry hour sharing their childish bliss,The mother's soft breathed benison and tender, nightly kiss;While strangers who by chance might see their joyous graceful play,To breathe some word of fondness kind would pause upon their way.But years... Poems - Post by : paygiant - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 1924

To A Young Girl With An Album To A Young Girl With An Album

To A Young Girl With An Album
Gentle Lily with this Album my warmest wishes take,I know its pages oft thou'lt ope and prize it for my sake,For, though a trifling offering, it bears the magic spellOf coming from the hand of one who loves thee passing well.O could thy young life's course be traced by will or wish of mine,A smiling, joyous future--a bright lot would be thine,No cloud should mar the gladness of thy fair youth's op'ning morn,The roses of thy girlhood should be free from blight or thorn.Howe'er, 'tis better ordered by a Blessed Power aboveWho sends us cross and trial, as a token of... Poems - Post by : RayRG - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 2650

A Child's Treasures A Child's Treasures

A Child's Treasures
Thou art home at last, my darling one, Flushed and tired with thy play,From morning dawn until setting sun Hast thou been at sport away;And thy steps are weary--hot thy brow, Yet thine eyes with joy are bright,--Ah! I read the riddle, show me now The treasures thou graspest tight.A pretty pebble, a tiny shell, A feather by wild bird cast,Gay flowers gathered in forest dell, Already withering fast,Four speckled eggs in a soft brown nest, Thy last and thy greatest prize,Such the things that fill with joy thy breast, With laughing light... Poems - Post by : wldcreek - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 2956

To A Young Mother On The Birth Of Her First-born Child To A Young Mother On The Birth Of Her First-born Child

To A Young Mother On The Birth Of Her First-born Child
Young mother! proudly throbs thine heart, and well may it rejoice,Well may'st thou raise to Heaven above in grateful prayer thy voice:A gift hath been bestowed on thee, a gift of priceless worth,Far dearer to thy woman's heart than all the wealth of earth.What store of deep and holy joy is opened to thy thought--Glad, sunny dreams of future days, with bliss and rapture fraught;Of hopes as varied, yet as bright, as beams of April sun,And plans and wishes centred all within thy darling one!While others seek in changing scenes earth's happiness to gain,In fashion's halls to win a joy as... Poems - Post by : thehypnoguy - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 3218

A Girl's Day Dream And Its Fulfilment A Girl's Day Dream And Its Fulfilment

A Girl's Day Dream And Its Fulfilment
"Child of my love, why wearest thouThat pensive look and thoughtful brow?Can'st gaze abroad on this world so fairAnd yet thy glance be fraught with care?Roses still bloom in glowing dyes,Sunshine still fills our summer skies,Earth is still lovely, nature glad--Why dost thou look so lone and sad?""Ah! mother it once sufficed thy childTo cherish a bird or flow'ret wild;To see the moonbeams the waters kiss,Was enough to fill her heart with bliss;Or o'er the bright woodland stream to bow,But these things may not suffice her now.""Perhaps 'tis music thou seekest, child?Then list the notes of the song birds wild,The gentle... Poems - Post by : deexango - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 1376

The Child's Dream The Child's Dream

The Child's Dream
Buried in childhood's cloudless dreams, a fair-haired nursling lay,A soft smile hovered round the lips as if still oped to pray;And then a vision came to him, of beauty, strange and mild,Such as may only fill the dreams of a pure sinless child.Stood by his couch an angel fair, with radiant, glitt'ring wingsOf hues as bright as the living gems the fount to Heaven flings;With loving smile he bent above the fair child cradled there,While sounds of sweet seraphic power stole o'er the fragrant air."Child, list to me," he softly said, "on mission high I'm here:Sent by that Glorious One to... Poems - Post by : minicourses - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 1868

The Boy's Appeal The Boy's Appeal

The Boy's Appeal
O say, dear sister, are you coming Forth to the fields with me?The very air is gaily ringing With hum of bird and bee,And crowds of swallows now are chirping Up in our ancient thorn,And earth and air are both rejoicing, On this gay summer morn.Shall we hie unto the streamlet's side To seek our little boat,And, plying our oars with right good will, Over its bright waves float?Or shall we loll on the grassy bank For hours dreamy, still,To draw from its depths some silv'ry prize, Reward of angler's skill?I do not... Poems - Post by : stasi - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 1975

My Thoughts To-night My Thoughts To-night

My Thoughts To-night
I sit by the fire musing, With sad and downcast eye,And my laden breast gives utt'rance To many a weary sigh;Hushed is each worldly feeling, Dimmed is each day-dream bright--O heavy heart, can'st tell me Why I'm so sad to-night?'Tis not that I mourn the freshness Of youth fore'er gone by--Its life with pulse high springing, Its cloudless, radiant eye--Finding bliss in every sunbeam, Delight in every part,Well springs of purest pleasure In its high ardent heart.Nor yet is it for those dear ones Who've passed from earth awayThat I grieve--in spirit... Poems - Post by : azeez - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 1682

To A Beautiful Child On Her Birthday, With A Wreath Of Flowers To A Beautiful Child On Her Birthday, With A Wreath Of Flowers

To A Beautiful Child On Her Birthday, With A Wreath Of Flowers
Whilst others give thee wond'rous toys, Or jewels rich and rare,I bring but flowers--more meet are they For one so young and fair.'Tis not because that snowy brow Might with the lily vie,Or violet match the starry glance Of that dark, lustrous eye;Nor yet because a brighter blush E'en rose leaf never wore,But 'tis that in their leaves lies hid A rare and mystic lore.And with its aid I now shall form A wreath of flow'rets wild--Graceful, and full of meaning sweet, To deck thy brow, fair child!The primrose, first, the emblem fit... Poems - Post by : John47 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 1475

A Boy's Hopes A Boy's Hopes

A Boy's Hopes
Dear mother, dry those flowing tears, They grieve me much to see;And calm, oh! calm thine anxious fears-- What dost thou dread for me?'Tis true that tempests wild oft ride Above the stormy main,But, then, in Him I will confide Who doth their bounds ordain.I go to win renown and fame Upon the glorious sea;But still my heart will be the same-- I'll ever turn to thee!See, yonder wait our gallant crew, So, weep not, mother dear;My father was a sailor too-- What hast thou then to fear?Is it not better I should... Poems - Post by : edwpro - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 2985

Given And Taken Given And Taken

Given And Taken
The snow-flakes were softly falling Adown on the landscape white,When the violet eyes of my first born Opened unto the light;And I thought as I pressed him to me, With loving, rapturous thrill,He was pure and fair as the snow-flakes That lay on the landscape still.I smiled when they spoke of the weary Length of the winter's night,Of the days so short and so dreary, Of the sun's cold cheerless light--I listened, but in their murmurs Nor by word nor thought took part,For the smiles of my gentle darling Brought light to my... Poems - Post by : orion - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 2162

To My First Born To My First Born

To My First Born
Fair tiny rosebud! what a tide Of hidden joy, o'erpow'ring, deep,Of grateful love, of woman's pride, Thrills through my heart till I must weepWith bliss to look on thee, my son,My first born child--my darling one!What joy for me to sit and gaze Upon thy gentle, baby face,And, dreaming of far distant days, With mother's weakness strive to traceTokens of future greatness high, On thy smooth brow and lustrous eye.What do I wish thee, darling, say? Is it that lordly mental powerThat o'er thy kind will give thee sway, Unchanging, full, a glorious dowerFor... Poems - Post by : lisa77 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 2088

Voices Of The Hearth Voices Of The Hearth

Voices Of The Hearth
TO MY HUSBAND ON OUR WEDDING-DAY.I leave for thee, beloved one, The home and friends of youth,Trusting my hopes, my happiness, Unto thy love and truth;I leave for thee my girlhood's joys, Its sunny, careless mirth,To bear henceforth my share amid The many cares of earth.And yet, no wild regret I give To all that now I leave,The golden dreams, the flow'ry wreaths That I no more may weave;The future that before me lies A dark and unknown sea--Whate'er may be its storms or shoals, I brave them all with thee!I will not... Poems - Post by : 2paul2 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 3437

A Modern Courtship A Modern Courtship

A Modern Courtship
Why turn from me thus with such petulant pride,When I ask thee, sweet Edith, to be my bride;When I offer the gift of heart fond and true,And with loyalty seek thy young love to woo?With patience I've waited from week unto week,And at length I must openly, candidly speak.But why dost thou watch me in doubting surprise,Why thus dost thou raise thy dark, deep, melting eyes?Can'st thou wonder I love thee, when for the last yearWe have whispered and flirted--told each hope and fear;When I've lavished on thee presents costly and gay,And kissed thy fair hands at least six times each... Poems - Post by : dave91111 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 1902

Harry (engaged To Be Married) To Charley (who Is Not) Harry (engaged To Be Married) To Charley (who Is Not)

Harry (engaged To Be Married) To Charley (who Is Not)
To all my fond rhapsodies, Charley, You have wearily listened, I fear;As yet not an answer you've given Save a shrug, or an ill-concealed sneer;Pray, why, when I talk of my marriage, Do you watch me with sorrowing eye?'Tis you, hapless bachelor, Charley, That are to be pitied--not I!You mockingly ask me to tell you, Since to bondage I soon must be sold,Have I wisely chosen my fetters, Which, at least, should be forged of pure gold.Hem! the sole wealth my love possesses Are her tresses of bright golden hair,Pearly teeth, lips of rosiest... Poems - Post by : techtechtech - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 2285

Flirtation Flirtation

Flirtation
Yes, leave my side to flirt with Maude, To gaze into her eyes,To whisper in her ear sweet words, And low impassioned sighs;And though she give you glance for glance, And smile and scheme and plot,You cannot raise a jealous thought, I know you love her not.Now turn to laughing Lulu, That Witty, gay coquette,With her teeth of shining pearl, Her eyes and hair of jet:With a mirthful smile imprison Her hand within your own,And softly press it--what care I? You love but me alone.To Ida's chair you wander, You're bending o'er... Poems - Post by : John_Webb - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 2492

The Transplanted Rose Tree The Transplanted Rose Tree

The Transplanted Rose Tree
Amid the flowers of a garden glade A lovely rose tree smiled,And the sunbeams shone, the zephyrs played, 'Round the gardens favorite child;And the diamond dew-drops glistening fell On each rose's silken vest,Whilst light winged bee and butterfly gay On the soft leaves loved to rest.But one morn while a sunbeam bright Lit up its delicate bloom,And a zephyr lightly hovered 'round, On wings of sweet perfume,A strong hand came, and ruthlessly Tore up the parent tree,And bore it off, with each fair young rose, From butterfly, zephyr and bee.What mattered it that... Poems - Post by : Dually - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 1903

The Young Novice The Young Novice

The Young Novice
The lights yet gleamed on the holy shrine, the incense hung around,But the rites were o'er, the silent church re-echoed to no sound;Yet kneeling there on the altar steps, absorbed in ardent prayer,Is a girl, as seraph meek and pure--as seraph heav'nly fair.The blue eyes, veiled by the lashes long that rest on that bright cheekAre humbly bent, while the snow-white hands are clasped in fervor meek,While in the classic lip and brow, each feature of that face,And graceful high-bred air, is seen she comes of noble race.But, say, what means that dusky robe, that dark and flowing veil,The silver cross--oh!... Poems - Post by : berle1 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 1756

After The Ball After The Ball

After The Ball
Silence now reigns in the corridors wide,The stately rooms of that mansion of pride;The music is hushed, the revellers gone,The glitt'ring ball-room deserted and lone,--Silence and gloom, like a clinging pall,O'ershadow the house--'tis after the ball.Yet a light still gleams in a distant room,Where sits a girl in her "first season's bloom;"Look at her closely, is she not fair,With exquisite features, rich silken hairAnd the beautiful, child-like, trusting eyesOf one in the world's ways still unwise.The wreath late carefully placed on her browShe has flung on a distant foot-stool now;The flowers, exhaling their fragrance sweet,Lie crushed and withering at her feet;Gloves... Poems - Post by : Mike_Whitehead - Date : September 2011 - Author : Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon - Read : 2023