The Poetry Pages
Sorrow and Sadness (2)
Yes, still with fond regret I turn
Your fading visions to renew;
And still your simple pleasures mourn,
So pure, but ah! so brief, and few.
-- Janetta Philipps. The Hapless Wretch.
She was cruel in her fear;
Through the bars, one dreary day,
I looked out to see her there,
And she turned her face away!
-- Emily Bronë. Hope.
- Apostasy
- Waiting
- Acquainted With The Night
- I might, unhappy word
- The Hapless Wretch
- At Castle Wood
- When Smiling Hope...
- Foreboding
- Answered
- Empty
- Unstrung
- The Castaway
- Annabel Lee
- The Little Match Girl
- Amaryllis
- Ashes of Life
- Well, I Have Lost You
- Why Dost Thou Shade Thy Lovely Face?
- To His Mistress
- Remember
- Hope
- You Left Me
- The Coin
- Vobiscum est Iope