Potential Titles: Martha Walker Cook
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somethingdarkerThe fickle glitter looked in anger down - Mrs. Martha Walker Cook "Autumn Leaves" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Gold and crimson strew earth's gloomy floor - Mrs. Martha Walker Cook "Autumn Leaves" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Hope's bright birds sing through them - Mrs. Martha Walker Cook "Autumn Leaves" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Summon gold and crimson, bright as dyed in blood - Mrs. Martha Walker Cook "Autumn Leaves" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
The fevered radiance fades from life's doomed tree - Mrs. Martha Walker Cook "Autumn Leaves" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Make a grave for the dreams of the Past - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]
Though they follow so wild and so fast - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]
Sharp strokes fall piercing, unceasing, and true - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]
Follow the track of the rude spade through - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]
Enwrought from the tissue of thought - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]
Move on to monotones, solemn and slow - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]
High and fathomless above us - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
No cold canvas of dead color - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Sometimes glowing into glory - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Sometimes glooming into storms - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Signs and symbols throng the sky - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Forms and melts the surging haze - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Cloudland's curves and grading colors - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Wild longings through us steal - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Stoop to shade the scented cups of flowers - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Through infinite gradations pass - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Through color may send greetings to the sight - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
See the Infinite through nature's magic glass - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
The burning heart of everything we see - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Millions fleck the face of Heaven - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cirrus. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Restless mirror of the Infinite - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cirrus. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
When the sunset rays dart kisses - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cirrus. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
With every shaft electric flash - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cirrus. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Drink the sunset's dying passion - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cirrus. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Rearing dizzy forms on high - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Copying all the soaring outlines - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Heart-tossed shadows in them lie - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Luminous jets of boiling vapor - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Topple into sudden rifts, open into yawning chasms - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Break in tortured whirling drifts - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Cradling in their hearts the storm - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Lightning bares each secret form - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Banding now in groups colossal - "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Toppling crests fling back the radiance - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Ruby kindling, rippling fringed with molten gold - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Through the tempest's blackness rolled - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Every moment fraught with change - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Every break and mystic chasm opening - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Through each rift and shattered chasm - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Light in the bosom of darkness has birth - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Joining the list of the shadowy army - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Lifting strange columns of light - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Like the Dream-ladder Jacob slept by - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Death may be riding the wings of the wind - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Infinite Love rules the heart of the storm - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
The wilder the drifting, the deeper the hue - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
The Raven from the 'night's Plutonian shore' - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
His burning glance withered by wasting life - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
The weary moments dragged their crimson sands - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Time and Eternity were of one hue - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
In change of place a change of pain - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Maddening doubts born from the demon cry - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Neglected it had been through all the storm - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Shone with metallic lustre, sombre fire - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Words of dull negation darkly fell - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Stands appalled before its dark abyss - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
With gloomy thoughts and thronging dreams oppressed -Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Which strews our midnight thick with stars - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Take the diamonds from my forehead - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "Ethel: Fitz Fashion's Wife" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]
Lead me back into the sunny years - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "Ethel: Fitz Fashion's Wife" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]
Ere I wore proud chains of diamonds, forged of bitter, frozen tears - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "Ethel: Fitz Fashion's Wife" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]
Poured strange knowledge through my mind - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "Ethel: Fitz Fashion's Wife" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]
Every generous thought is scandal - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "Ethel: Fitz Fashion's Wife" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]
Where the eternal surge beats time no more - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
A dreamer wrapped in pleasant thoughts - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
The stars revealed to me their trackless paths - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Dark, fierce, and full of power - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Maddened with light from Beauty's sun - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Measured out the fleeting sands of life - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Fraught with faith and haunting memories - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
I have poured my worship on the dust - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
A ruined wreck adrift upon a surging sea - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Seek to link again our broken ties - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
The love of soul yields not to change of state - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Why do I shrink to own the bitter truth? - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
In the Project Gutenberg indexing of Continental Monthly v.4, "A Spirit's Reproach" is given as "The Spirit's Reproach." I have used 'A' because that's what's in the text of the journal. I'm specifying because that initial article affects the alphabetization in the index.
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Gold and crimson strew earth's gloomy floor - Mrs. Martha Walker Cook "Autumn Leaves" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Hope's bright birds sing through them - Mrs. Martha Walker Cook "Autumn Leaves" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Summon gold and crimson, bright as dyed in blood - Mrs. Martha Walker Cook "Autumn Leaves" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
The fevered radiance fades from life's doomed tree - Mrs. Martha Walker Cook "Autumn Leaves" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Make a grave for the dreams of the Past - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]
Though they follow so wild and so fast - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]
Sharp strokes fall piercing, unceasing, and true - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]
Follow the track of the rude spade through - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]
Enwrought from the tissue of thought - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]
Move on to monotones, solemn and slow - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]
High and fathomless above us - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
No cold canvas of dead color - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Sometimes glowing into glory - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Sometimes glooming into storms - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Signs and symbols throng the sky - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Forms and melts the surging haze - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Cloudland's curves and grading colors - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Wild longings through us steal - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Stoop to shade the scented cups of flowers - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Through infinite gradations pass - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Through color may send greetings to the sight - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
See the Infinite through nature's magic glass - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
The burning heart of everything we see - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Millions fleck the face of Heaven - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cirrus. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Restless mirror of the Infinite - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cirrus. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
When the sunset rays dart kisses - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cirrus. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
With every shaft electric flash - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cirrus. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Drink the sunset's dying passion - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cirrus. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Rearing dizzy forms on high - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Copying all the soaring outlines - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Heart-tossed shadows in them lie - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Luminous jets of boiling vapor - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Topple into sudden rifts, open into yawning chasms - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Break in tortured whirling drifts - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Cradling in their hearts the storm - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Lightning bares each secret form - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Banding now in groups colossal - "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Toppling crests fling back the radiance - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Ruby kindling, rippling fringed with molten gold - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Through the tempest's blackness rolled - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Every moment fraught with change - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Every break and mystic chasm opening - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Through each rift and shattered chasm - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Light in the bosom of darkness has birth - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Joining the list of the shadowy army - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Lifting strange columns of light - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Like the Dream-ladder Jacob slept by - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Death may be riding the wings of the wind - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Infinite Love rules the heart of the storm - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
The wilder the drifting, the deeper the hue - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
The Raven from the 'night's Plutonian shore' - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
His burning glance withered by wasting life - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
The weary moments dragged their crimson sands - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Time and Eternity were of one hue - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
In change of place a change of pain - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Maddening doubts born from the demon cry - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Neglected it had been through all the storm - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Shone with metallic lustre, sombre fire - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Words of dull negation darkly fell - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Stands appalled before its dark abyss - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
With gloomy thoughts and thronging dreams oppressed -Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Which strews our midnight thick with stars - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Take the diamonds from my forehead - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "Ethel: Fitz Fashion's Wife" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]
Lead me back into the sunny years - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "Ethel: Fitz Fashion's Wife" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]
Ere I wore proud chains of diamonds, forged of bitter, frozen tears - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "Ethel: Fitz Fashion's Wife" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]
Poured strange knowledge through my mind - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "Ethel: Fitz Fashion's Wife" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]
Every generous thought is scandal - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "Ethel: Fitz Fashion's Wife" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]
Where the eternal surge beats time no more - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
A dreamer wrapped in pleasant thoughts - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
The stars revealed to me their trackless paths - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Dark, fierce, and full of power - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Maddened with light from Beauty's sun - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Measured out the fleeting sands of life - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Fraught with faith and haunting memories - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
I have poured my worship on the dust - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
A ruined wreck adrift upon a surging sea - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Seek to link again our broken ties - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
The love of soul yields not to change of state - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
Why do I shrink to own the bitter truth? - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]
In the Project Gutenberg indexing of Continental Monthly v.4, "A Spirit's Reproach" is given as "The Spirit's Reproach." I have used 'A' because that's what's in the text of the journal. I'm specifying because that initial article affects the alphabetization in the index.
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