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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... round that bed , who knew not aught Of the deep spells wherewith each word was fraught . To strangers ! Oh ! could strangers raise the head Gently as hers was raised ? Did strangers shed The kindly tears which bathed that feverish brow ...
... round that bed , who knew not aught Of the deep spells wherewith each word was fraught . To strangers ! Oh ! could strangers raise the head Gently as hers was raised ? Did strangers shed The kindly tears which bathed that feverish brow ...
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... round the winter hearth , When twilight called unto household mirth ; By the fairy tale or the legend old In that ring of happy faces told ; By the quiet hour when hearts unite In the parting prayer , and the kind " Good night ; " By ...
... round the winter hearth , When twilight called unto household mirth ; By the fairy tale or the legend old In that ring of happy faces told ; By the quiet hour when hearts unite In the parting prayer , and the kind " Good night ; " By ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... of mankind . Babe ! wert thou brightly slumbering Upon thy mother's breast , When suddenly the fiery tomb Shut round each gentle guest ? A strange , dark fate o'ertook thee , Fair babe MRS . HEMANS . ཚ་ 31 The Image in Lava,
... of mankind . Babe ! wert thou brightly slumbering Upon thy mother's breast , When suddenly the fiery tomb Shut round each gentle guest ? A strange , dark fate o'ertook thee , Fair babe MRS . HEMANS . ཚ་ 31 The Image in Lava,
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... round the joyous hearth , Night , for the dreams of sleep , the voice of prayer- But all for thee , thou Mightiest of the earth . The banquet hath its hour , Its feverish hour , of mirth , and song , and wine ; There comes a day for ...
... round the joyous hearth , Night , for the dreams of sleep , the voice of prayer- But all for thee , thou Mightiest of the earth . The banquet hath its hour , Its feverish hour , of mirth , and song , and wine ; There comes a day for ...
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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...