#Americans #Jews #Women
DAWN opes her pensive eyes, In the yet starry skies, A roseate blush upon her cheek and… Her purple mantle still Lies on the sky-kissed hill,
Down the goldenest of streams, Tide of dreams, The fair cradled man-child drifts; Sways with cadenced motion slow, To and fro,
PSALM LXXXIV. A brackish lake is there with bitt… Anigh its margin, brushed by heavy… A piping wind the narrow valley co… Fretting the willows and the cypre…
The bird sits spelled upon the lit… Of yonder turbaned fowler, who had… No feather limb, but the winged sp… With his compelling eye. He need… The silken coil, not set the thick…
Weep, Israel! your tardy meed out… Of grateful homage on his fallen h… That never coronal of triumph wore… Untombed, dishonored, and unchaple… If Victory makes the hero, raw Su…
Down the long hall she glistens li… The foam-born mother of Love, tra… Yet none the less immortal, breath… Time’s brutal hand hath maimed but… When first the enthralled enchantr…
UPON the whitewashed walls A woman’s shadow falls, A woman walketh o’er the darksome… A soft, angelic smile Lighteth her face the while,
Therefore I dare reveal my privat… The secret blots of my imperfect h… Nor strive to shrink or swell mine… Nor beautify nor hide. For this I… That even as I am, thou also art.
1856 Paris, from throats of iron, silve… Joy-thundering cannon, blent with… And martial strains, the full-voic… The air is starred with flags, the…
Would I had waked this morn where… A-bloom with beauty, a white rose… Yet rich in sacred dust, in storie… Precious past all the wealth of I… From olive-hoary Fiesole to feed
Not while the fever of the blood i… The heart throbs loud, the eyes ar… With passion than with tears, the… The poet-sould to help and soothe… Not then she bids his trembling li…
Master and Sage, greetings and he… From thy most meek disciple! Deig… Endure me at thy feet, enlighten m… As when upon my boyish head of yor… Midst the rapt circle gathered rou…
(A Dream.) Not a stain, In the sun—brimmed sapphire cup th… Not a ripple on the black transluc… Of the palace-walled lagoon.
Over the lamp-lit street, Trodden by hurrying feet, Where mostly pulse and beat Life’s throbbing veins, See where the April star,
I give God thanks that I, a lean… Wrinkled, infirm, and crippled wit… By austere penance and continuous… Now rest in spirit, and possess ‘t… Which passeth understanding.’ Th’…