Caroline Bowles Southey

  • Grief hath been known to turn the young head gray,—
    To silver over in a single day
    The bright locks of the beautiful, their prime
    Scarcely o’erpast; as in the fearful time
    Of Gallia’s madness, that discrownèd head
    Serene, that on the accursèd altar bled...

  • From “The Birthday”
    BUT chief—surpassing all—a cuckoo clock!
    That crowning wonder! miracle of art!
    How have I stood entranced uncounted minutes,
    With held-in breath, and eyes intently fixed
    On that small magic door, that when complete
    The expiring...