The American Common-place Book of Poetry: With Occasional NotesH. Hooker, 1841 - 405 psl. |
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... tears - Nay , let us part- ' Tis late - I cannot , must not linger.- [ Breaks from him , and exit . ] Had . Loved and abhorred ! -Still , still accursed ! - [ He paces , twice or thrice , up and down , with passionate gestures ; then ...
... tears - Nay , let us part- ' Tis late - I cannot , must not linger.- [ Breaks from him , and exit . ] Had . Loved and abhorred ! -Still , still accursed ! - [ He paces , twice or thrice , up and down , with passionate gestures ; then ...
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... tears of gratitude receive . The song which thrills my bosom's core , And , hovering , trembles half afraid , O , sister , sing the song once more Which ne'er for mortal ear was made . " Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid ...
... tears of gratitude receive . The song which thrills my bosom's core , And , hovering , trembles half afraid , O , sister , sing the song once more Which ne'er for mortal ear was made . " Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid ...
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... tear One cord affection clings to , part one tie That binds him to a woman's delicate love , And his great spirit yieldeth like a reed . He gave to her the water and the bread , But spoke no word , and trusted not himself To look upon ...
... tear One cord affection clings to , part one tie That binds him to a woman's delicate love , And his great spirit yieldeth like a reed . He gave to her the water and the bread , But spoke no word , and trusted not himself To look upon ...
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... tears ; And so she kept it for the deep Rememberings of after years . She poured one lone and plaintive wail For the loved dead - it was her last- Like harp - tones dying , on the gale Her minstrelsy of spirit passed : And she became an ...
... tears ; And so she kept it for the deep Rememberings of after years . She poured one lone and plaintive wail For the loved dead - it was her last- Like harp - tones dying , on the gale Her minstrelsy of spirit passed : And she became an ...
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... tears our God hath wiped away , Oh , mourn for them no more ! The sudden Coming on of Spring after long Rains. CARLOS WILCOX . THE spring , made dreary by incessant rain , Was well nigh gone , and not a glimpse appeared Of vernal ...
... tears our God hath wiped away , Oh , mourn for them no more ! The sudden Coming on of Spring after long Rains. CARLOS WILCOX . THE spring , made dreary by incessant rain , Was well nigh gone , and not a glimpse appeared Of vernal ...
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The American Common-place Book of Poetry With Occasional Notes George Barrell Cheever Visos knygos peržiūra - 1831 |
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Absalom beams beauty beneath bird blessed bloom blue bosom breast breath breeze bright brow calm CARLOS WILCOX clouds cold dark dead death deep dream dwell earth eternal fair Father fear feel flowers gaze gentle glorious glory glow golden golden sun gone grave green Hadad hand hast hath hear heart heaven Helon hills holy hour land leaves light lips living lonely look lyre morning mountain Nath night o'er ocean old oaken bucket orbs pale peace praise prayer pure rest roll round Rudbari Samuel F. B. Morse Sawney Beane scene shade shine shore silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars storm stream sublime sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought thundering bands tomb tread trees Twas Twill vale voice waters waves weary weep white-thorn wild winds wings woods youth
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134 psl. - Yet a' few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
52 psl. - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
147 psl. - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
216 psl. - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
57 psl. - They fought like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain ; They conquered but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won ; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
53 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.
92 psl. - FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far ; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree, And seem by thy sweet bounty made For those who follow thee.
36 psl. - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
264 psl. - EVENING WIND Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow; Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray, And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea!
149 psl. - God ! when thou Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts, or fill With all the waters of the firmament The swift dark whirlwind that uproots the woods And drowns the villages; when, at thy call, Uprises the great deep and throws himself Upon the continent, and overwhelms Its...