The Poetry Pages
Friendship (3)
Tell me, sincerely, though too proud to grieve
Or murmur at thy destinies unkind,
Dost thou not feel at least the chains that bind
Thy spirit down to toils it must not leave?
-- Edmund Cartwright. Chained.
Thou knowest well, that thou art all I have;
Oh, do not turn thy lovely eyes from me,
When of the joys of love I speak to thee;
For thou art all I have.
-- Johann Georg Fischer. My Only One.
- For Annie
- Love and Language
- Life and Love
- Little Folks
- One Word Is Too Often Profaned
- After-Thought
- In Tenebris
- Unknown
- In A Minor Key
- The Wise Choice
- The Beggar Maid
- The Beggar
- A Smile And A Tear
- Vows
- Chained
- A Time To Talk
- A Spirit Present
- To E. B.
- Angel By Night
- No One So Much As You
- Deep Friendship
- My Only One
- Long Years of Sorrow
- Lost Hope
