Poems, 1 tomasD. Appleton, 1855 - 264 psl. |
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... early time , to light The faltering footstep in the path of right , Each gleam of clearer brightness shed to aid In man's maturer day his bolder sight , All blended , like the rainbow's radiant braid , Pour yet , and still shall pour ...
... early time , to light The faltering footstep in the path of right , Each gleam of clearer brightness shed to aid In man's maturer day his bolder sight , All blended , like the rainbow's radiant braid , Pour yet , and still shall pour ...
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... flaunting nigh . Oft , in the sunless April day , Thy early smile has stayed my walk ; But midst the gorgeous blooms of May , I passed thee on thy humble stalk . So they , who climb to wealth , forget The THE YELLOW VIOLET . 31.
... flaunting nigh . Oft , in the sunless April day , Thy early smile has stayed my walk ; But midst the gorgeous blooms of May , I passed thee on thy humble stalk . So they , who climb to wealth , forget The THE YELLOW VIOLET . 31.
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... early grew familiar , one Who never had a frown for me , whose voice Never rebuked me for the hours I stole From cares I loved not , but of which the world Deems highest , to converse with her . When shrieked The bleak November winds ...
... early grew familiar , one Who never had a frown for me , whose voice Never rebuked me for the hours I stole From cares I loved not , but of which the world Deems highest , to converse with her . When shrieked The bleak November winds ...
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... early sweetness , early death , Nestled the lowly primrose . Childless dames , And maids that would not raise the reddened Orphans , from whose young lids the light of joy 58 POEMS .
... early sweetness , early death , Nestled the lowly primrose . Childless dames , And maids that would not raise the reddened Orphans , from whose young lids the light of joy 58 POEMS .
59 psl.
William Cullen Bryant. Orphans , from whose young lids the light of joy Fled early , silent lovers , who had given All that they lived for to the arms of earth , Came often , o'er the recent graves to strew Their offerings , rue , and ...
William Cullen Bryant. Orphans , from whose young lids the light of joy Fled early , silent lovers , who had given All that they lived for to the arms of earth , Came often , o'er the recent graves to strew Their offerings , rue , and ...
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25 psl. - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
28 psl. - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
39 psl. - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
207 psl. - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
29 psl. - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee. As the long train Of ages...
41 psl. - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
173 psl. - Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees.
106 psl. - Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month ! in praise of thee ; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands again, The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring. And, in thy reign of blast and storm, Smiles many a long, bright, sunny day, When the changed winds are soft and warm, And heaven puts on the blue of May.
62 psl. - There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night ; And grief may bide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.
185 psl. - But if, around my place of sleep, The friends I love should come to weep, They might not haste to go. Soft airs, and song, and light, and bloom, Should keep them lingering by my tomb.