The Ladies' Wreath: A Selection from the Female Poetic Writers of England and America : with Original Notices and Notes : Prepared Especially for Young Ladies : a Gift Book for All SeasonsSarah Josepha Buell Hale Marsh, Capen, Lyon, and Webb, 1839 - 408 стор. |
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... fade and perish like the crushed flower ; and in the midst of the joy and harmony which for her pervaded all Nature , she yet could not avoid discerning , with the spirit of the mystic prophetess , " The low footsteps of each coming ill ...
... fade and perish like the crushed flower ; and in the midst of the joy and harmony which for her pervaded all Nature , she yet could not avoid discerning , with the spirit of the mystic prophetess , " The low footsteps of each coming ill ...
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... Fading to air . Yet , blessings with thee go ! Love guard thee , gentlest ! and the exile's wo From thy young heart be far ! -and sorrow not For me , sweet daughter ! in my lonely lot , God shall be with me . - Now farewell , farewell ...
... Fading to air . Yet , blessings with thee go ! Love guard thee , gentlest ! and the exile's wo From thy young heart be far ! -and sorrow not For me , sweet daughter ! in my lonely lot , God shall be with me . - Now farewell , farewell ...
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... fade From his memory as from thee ; And his heart's long troubled waters At last in stillness lie , Reflecting but the images Of the solemn world on high . THE WELCOME TO DEATH . THOU art welcome , O , thou warning voice , My soul hath ...
... fade From his memory as from thee ; And his heart's long troubled waters At last in stillness lie , Reflecting but the images Of the solemn world on high . THE WELCOME TO DEATH . THOU art welcome , O , thou warning voice , My soul hath ...
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... fading from their prime , As a sweet dew to keep your souls from blight ! Earth will forsake - oh ! happy to have given The unbroken heart's first fragrance unto Heaven . WASHINGTON'S STATUE . ( SENT FROM ENGLAND TO AMERICA . ) YES ...
... fading from their prime , As a sweet dew to keep your souls from blight ! Earth will forsake - oh ! happy to have given The unbroken heart's first fragrance unto Heaven . WASHINGTON'S STATUE . ( SENT FROM ENGLAND TO AMERICA . ) YES ...
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... fade , or moss flower white , But still its runlet , bright though small , Will issue sweetly to the light . * * * THE WIDOW . * * WITH her and her good lord , who still Sweet union held of mated will , Years passed away with lightsome ...
... fade , or moss flower white , But still its runlet , bright though small , Will issue sweetly to the light . * * * THE WIDOW . * * WITH her and her good lord , who still Sweet union held of mated will , Years passed away with lightsome ...
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beauty beneath Bernard Barton bird blessed bloom breast breath breeze bright brow CAROLINE BOWLES charm cheek cheer child childhood's clouds cold dark dear death deep doth dreams earth earthly fade fair fancy fear feel Felicia Hemans flowers fond gathering gaze Genie genius gentle glow gone grace happy hath hear heart heaven Hemans holy hope hopes and fears hour Joanna Baillie lady life's light lips literary lonely look lute lyre Mary Howitt Mary Mitford mind mirth Mont Blanc mother Muse ne'er neath never night o'er passed poems poetry prayer pure rest Rienzi rose round shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stranger's heart sweet taste tears tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tone tree voice wave weary weep wild winds wings woman words young youth
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Сторінка 25 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er. When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Сторінка 283 - He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane like a fairy crept: Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped, By the light of the morn were seen Most beautiful things.
Сторінка 127 - DOWN in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew, Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view.
Сторінка 380 - Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Сторінка 165 - We have been friends together— Shall a light word part us now? We have been gay together; We have laughed at little jests; For the fount of hope was gushing, Warm and joyous, in our breasts. But laughter now hath fled thy lip, And sullen glooms thy brow; We have been gay together— Shall a light word part us now?
Сторінка 62 - Ye of the rose lip and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly ! With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay, Come forth to the sunshine, I may not stay. Away from the dwellings of care-worn men, The waters are sparkling in grove and glen ! Away from the chamber and sullen hearth, The young leaves are dancing in breezy mirth ! Their light stems thrill to the wild-wood strains, And youth is abroad in my green domains.
Сторінка 62 - From the night-bird's lay through the starry time, In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime, To the swan's wild note by the Iceland lakes, When the dark fir-branch into verdure breaks.
Сторінка 223 - I see Him, hear Him, everywhere, In all things — darkness, light, Silence, and sound ; but most of all, When slumber's dusky curtains fall, At the dead hour of night.
Сторінка 31 - ... O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are drest Above the noble slain : He wrapt his colours round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain. And one — o'er her the myrtle showers Its leaves, by soft winds fanned ; She faded midst Italian flowers — The last of that bright band. And parted thus they rest, who played Beneath the same green tree ; Whose voices mingled as they prayed Around one parent knee...
Сторінка 282 - THE Frost looked forth one still, clear night, And whispered, " Now I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way. I will not go on like that blustering train, — The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain, But I'll be as busy as they...