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Mary Weston Fordham's Poetry, by title

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  • By the Rivers of Babylon we mournfully bent,
    With "harps on the willows" and venture all rent,
    12 lines
  • O, insatiable monster! Could'st thou not
    In pity turn aside thy venomed shaft
    34 lines
  • You may speak of a grave in a distant land,
    Or of one 'neath ocean's foam,
    26 lines
  • With thy rugged, ice-girt shore,
    Draped in everlasting snow,
    42 lines
  • "Cast down your bucket where you are,"
    From burning sands or Polar star
    48 lines
  • Come and listen to the chiming
    Of St. Michael's merry bells,
    40 lines
  • Columbia, all hail!
    May thy banner ne'er be furled
    56 lines
  • O Earth, adore creative power,
    That made and gave to man as dower,
    68 lines
  • Rest thee aged pilgrim, now thy toils are o'er;
    Peacefully thou'st landed over Jordan's shore;
    23 lines, 1 comment
  • Oh! surely 'tis a theme sublime
    That stirs my soul to-day;
    32 lines
  • When the heavens with stars are gleaming
    Like a diadem of light,
    32 lines
  • Will you leave the hills of Scotland?
    Your childhood's happy home,
    20 lines
  • Almost whose last words were
    "We shall meet beyond the River."
    26 lines
  • When the Sabbath was declining, just at twilight's
    mystic hour,
    30 lines
  • I am the month when roses
    Bloom brightest o'er the glade,
    28 lines
  • O come to me in my dreams love!
    When the world is wrapped in sleep,
    32 lines
  • I am sitting sad and lonely
    Where I've often sat before,
    40 lines
  • 'Tis said but a name is friendship,
    Soulless, and shallow, and vain;
    20 lines
  • Magnolia! "Pale city of the dead,"
    Adown thy gravelled walks I tread,
    58 lines
  • Maiden --River, why in ceaseless flow
    Must you ripple to and fro?
    56 lines
  • The die is cast, come weal, come woe,
    Two lives are joined together,
    8 lines
  • Come back to me, O ye, my children;
    Come back to the home as of yore;
    32 lines
  • When the Autumn's breezes
    Were sweeping o'er the land,
    16 lines
  • Tread not the earth where lies her youthful form,
    Grow violets, sweet violets, above that cherished
    13 lines
  • My Mother! With the angels now,
    Life's race completely run;
    20 lines
  • "For so He giveth His beloved sleep."
    She is not dead, but sleepeth;--
    9 lines
  • As, I sit by the ruddy oak fire,
    And feel the grateful glow,
    24 lines
  • Bright and beautiful art thou,
    Autumn flowers crown thy brow,
    24 lines
  • Come Peace, on snowy pinions,
    Come, nestle like a dove;
    33 lines
  • Can I forget thee? No, while mem'ry lasts,
    Thine image like a talisman entwined,
    21 lines
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