Poems (116)
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- Science (Botta)Darkness sat brooding o'er the infant world,
- Sonnet (Botta)Oh! in that better land to which I go,
- Sonnet II (Botta)Oh thou who once on earth, beneath the weight
- Sonnet to ----- (Botta)Ah no! my love knows no vain jealousy:
- Sonnet. A remembranceNight closes round me, and wild threatening forms
- Sonnet. FaithSecurely cabined in the ship below,
- Sonnet. LoveGo forth in life, oh friend! not seeking love;
- Sonnet. MiltonOh bard! what though upon thy mortal eyes
- Sonnet. On a picture of the VirginIf the young mother clasp, for the first time,
- Sonnet. On seeing the ivory statue of ChristThe enthusiast brooding in his cell apart
- Sonnet. Tarpeia"Give me the bracelets that your warriors wear,"
- Sonnet. The beeThe honey-bee that wanders all day long,
- Sonnet. The lake and starThe mountain lake, o'ershadowed by the hills,
- Sonnet. The sun and streamAs some dark stream within a cavern's breast,
- Springtime (Botta)Over the valleys and over the mountains,
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- Teaching the scripturesChild of the thoughtful brow,
- The Battle of Life (Botta)THERE are countless fields the green earth o'er,
- The Brides of IndraLo, 'tis Indra! he who kindles, God of celestial fire;
- The dumb creationDeal kindly with those speechless ones,
- The dying sycamoresA beauty like young womanhood's
- The earth to the sunOh Sun! oh glorious Sun!
- The Ideal (Botta)"How the shadow the Ideal throws before it
- The Ideal foundI've met thee, whom I dared not hope to meet,
- The image broken'Twas but a dream; a fond and foolish dream;
- The wasted fountains"And their nobles have sent their little ones to the waters;
- The wounded vultureA kingly vulture sat alone,
- Thoughts in a LibrarySpeak low—tread softly through these halls;
- To ---- (Botta)Within these leafless trees,
- To ---- II (Botta)I do not ask if an illustrious name
- To ---- III (Botta)Give me but the energy,
- To ---- IV (Botta)This life is to thee like a region enchanted,
- To ---- IX (Botta)They may talk of the eloquence famous in story;
- To ---- V (Botta)In the noble army of Reform
- To ---- VI (Botta)The brilliant west is glowing,
- To ---- VII (Botta)Upon the sea of life,
- To ---- VIII (Botta)Thou dost not dwell in this dark world of ours,
- To ---- X (Botta)Like the river's current rapid;
- To ----, in obscurityIn full-orbed splendor now the queen of Night,
- To ----, with flowersGo, ye sweet messengers,
- To a Child (Botta)I love to look on that eye of blue,
- To a friend, on being asked for some versesI thought the Soul of Song had made
- To a poet's wifeShe, who in lonely pride may wear
- To a poet, painter and musicianThree Muses one day
- To a silent poetI see the sons of Genius rise
- To an astronomerUpon the Professor we'll waste not a glance,
- To Anna (Botta)For thee, the Sibyl in the future sees
- To Captain West, of the Steamer AtlanticThe gathering clouds around us lower,
- To Charles ButlerThus, one by one, dear friend, the years flow by,
- To Dr. ---- (Botta)I know those subtle elements
- To Elizabeth Barrett BrowningI have not met thee in this outward world,
- To Emma (Botta)I look within those deep, dark, lustrous eyes,
- To George PeabodyNo Eastern tale, no annals of the past,
- To Juliette on her wedding dayWhen our first parents were from Eden driven
- To Juliette's twinsDear Catherine, and David too,
- To LamartineA poet led me once, in chains of flowers,
- To Miss Edith M. ThomasYour Pegasus, Edith, is hitched to a star,
- To Mrs. KeanOf those fair characters the bards create,
- To my friend, on his birthdayOh, Time! deal gently with my friend,
- To my friend, on his birthday (II)He who has walked among his fellow-men
- To Nettie (Botta)Now has the spring her treasures all unbound,
- To Peter CooperThe Pyramids of Egypt, even to-day
- To the century plantPlant of a hundred years! destroying Time
- To the memory of Channing"The Prophets, do they live forever?" -- Zech. I. 5.
- To the sun (Botta)Thou glorious lamp of Space! Thou that dost flood
- To the unknown builder of the Cathedral of CologneUnknown great Master! whose creative thought
- To the venerable General GainesThough Time has silvered o'er thy honored head,