James Jeffrey Roche

  • From the maddening crowd they stand apart,
    The maidens four and the Work of Art;

    And none might tell from sight alone
    In which had culture ripest grown,—

    The Gotham Millions fair to see,
    The Philadelphia Pedigree,

    The Boston Mind of azure hue...

  •           TELL the story to your sons
                Of the gallant days of yore,
              When the brig of seven guns
                Fought the fleet of seven score,
    From the set of sun till morn, through the long September night—
    Ninety men against two...

  •     IN the gloomy ocean bed
        Dwelt a formless thing, and said,
    In the dim and countless eons long ago,
        “I will build a stronghold high,
        Ocean’s power to defy,
    And the pride of haughty man to lay low.”

        Crept the minutes for the sad...

  • We summoned not the Silent Guest,
      And no man spake his name;
    By lips unseen our Cup was pressed,
    And mid the merry song and jest,
      The Uninvited came.

    Wise were they in the days of old,
      Who gave the Stranger place;
    And when the...

  • The love of man and woman is as fire,
    To warm, to light, but surely to consume
    And self-consuming die. There is no room
    For constancy and passionate desire.
    We stand at last beside a wasted pyre,
    Touch its dead embers, groping in the gloom;
    And...

  • They chained her fair young body to the cold and cruel stone;
    The beast begot of sea and slime had marked her for his own;
    The callous world beheld the wrong, and left her there alone.
    Base caitiffs who belied her, false kinsmen who denied her,
            Ye left her...

  •     in the gloomy ocean bed
        Dwelt a formless thing, and said,
    In the dim and countless eons long ago,
        “I will build a stronghold high,
        Ocean’s power to defy,
    And the pride of haughty man to lay low.”

        Crept the minutes for the sad...