Poems

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Weeks, Jordan & Company, 1840 - 214 Seiten
 

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Seite 102 - Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ; There 's not the smallest orb, which thou beholdest, But in its motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubim.
Seite 188 - Thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies.
Seite 107 - A faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colors of the rainbow live, And play i
Seite 104 - Glowing with beauty ? Wilderness and wild, Heaving and rolling their green tops, and ringing With the glad notes of myriad-colored birds Singing of happiness,— have they these there ? Spread such bright plains there to the admiring eye, Veined by glad brooks, that to the loose, white
Seite 105 - the soft savannas with the sound Of their low murmurings ? Have they the months Of the full Summer, with its skies, and clouds, And suns, and showers, and soothing fragrance sent Up from a thousand tubes ? And Autumn, too, Pensive and pale, — do these sweet days come there, Wreathing the wilderness with such gay bands Of brightness and of beauty,
Seite 104 - Such as we dream of here ? Are there fair realms, Robed in such hues as this ? Do wild hills there Heave their high tops to such a bright, blue heaven As this which spans our world ? Have they rocks
Seite 142 - Oh ! for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade
Seite 104 - That mirror the white clouds, and moon, and stars, Making a mimic heaven ? Streams, mighty streams Waters, resistless floods! that, rolling on, Gather like seas, and heave their waves about, Mocking the tempest ? Ocean ! those vast tides Tumbling about the globe with a wild roar From age to age ? And tell us, do those worlds Change like our own ? Comes there the merry
Seite 104 - Leap the white cataracts, and wreath the woods With rainbow coronets ? Spread such bright vales There in the sunlight; cots, and villages, Turrets, and towers, and temples, — dwell these
Seite 109 - T was thus, when love had made me mad For Fanny Willoughby, I told my tale, half gay, half sad, To Fanny Willoughby ; And Fanny looked as maiden would, When love her heart did burn ; And Fanny sighed as maiden should, And murmured a return. So wooed I Fanny Willoughby, — A maiden like a dove ; So won I Fanny Willoughby,— The maiden of my love

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