Alice Cary

(1820-1871 / USA)

Alice Cary Poems

1. A Dream 10/6/2010
2. A Hymn To The Night 4/11/2014
3. A Legend Of St. Mary's 4/11/2014
4. Abraham Lincoln 4/11/2014
5. Agatha To Harold 4/11/2014
6. Among The Beautiful Pictures 10/6/2010
7. Among The Beautiful Pictures 4/11/2014
8. April 10/6/2010
9. Autumn 10/6/2010
10. Balder’s Wife 10/6/2010
11. Balder's Wife 4/11/2014
12. Content 4/11/2014
13. Death's Ferryman 4/11/2014
14. Dissatisfied 4/11/2014
15. Dying Song 4/11/2014
16. Fire Pictures 4/11/2014
17. Growing Rich 4/11/2014
18. Helva 4/11/2014
19. Hyala 4/11/2014
20. Hymn To The Night 4/11/2014
21. Hyperion 4/11/2014
22. In Illness 4/11/2014
23. In The Sugar Camp 4/11/2014
24. January 10/6/2010
25. Legend Of Seville 4/11/2014
26. Lily Lee 4/11/2014
27. Lily Lee 4/11/2014
28. Little Cyrus 4/11/2014
29. Lyra: A Lament 4/11/2014
30. Make Believe 4/11/2014
31. Miracles 4/11/2014
32. Mulberry Hill 4/11/2014
33. My Playmate 4/11/2014
34. October 4/11/2014
35. Of One Asleep 4/11/2014
36. Paul 4/11/2014
37. Pictures Of Memory 4/11/2014
38. Rhyme Of My Playmate 4/11/2014
39. Sandy Macleod 4/11/2014
40. The Bridal Veil 4/11/2014

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Among The Beautiful Pictures

Among the beautiful pictures
That hang on Memory's wall,
Is one of a dim old forest,
That seemeth best of all;
Not for its gnarled oaks olden,
Dark with the mistletoe:
Not for the violets golden
That sprinkle the vale below;
Not for the milk-white lilies.
That lean from the fragrant ledge,
Coquetting all day with the sunbeams,
And stealing their golden edge;
Not for the vines on the upland,
Where the bright red berries rest,
Nor the pinks, nor the pale sweet cowslip,
It seemeth to me the best,

I once had a little brother
With eyes that ...

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January

The year has lost its leaves again,
The world looks old and grim;
God folds His robe of glory thus,
That we may see but Him.

And all His stormy messengers,
That come with whirlwind breath,
Beat out our chaff of vanity,
And leave the grains of faith.

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