Elizabeth Clementine Kinney
Poems (5)
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A Dream
’t was summer, and the spot a cool retreat— / Where curious eyes came not, nor footstep rude … -
Moonlight in Italy
There ’s not a breath the dewy leaves to stir; / There ’s not a cloud to spot the sapphire sky; … -
The Blind Psalmist
He sang the airs of olden times / In soft, low tones to sacred rhymes, … -
The Quakeress Bride
No, not in the halls of the noble and proud, / Where Fashion assembles her glittering crowd, … -
To the Boy
Thou happiest thing alive, / Anomaly of earth! …