Philip Pendleton Cooke

  • Life in the Autumn Woods

    [Virginia]
          SUMMER has gone,
    And fruitful Autumn has advanced so far
    That there is warmth, not heat, in the broad sun,
    And you may look, with naked eye, upon
          The ardors of his car;
    The stealthy frosts, whom his spent looks embolden,...

  • Florence Vane

    I loved thee long and dearly,
        Florence Vane;
    My life’s bright dream and early
        Hath come again;
    I renew in my fond vision
        My heart’s dear pain,
    My hope, and thy derision,
        Florence Vane.

    The ruin lone and hoary,...