Poetry and ProseA. Tompkins, 1852 - 440 Seiten |
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... brow of the fair young bride . A song for the bride ! Not a carol gay , But tender and sweet as the wind - harp's lay , When the south wind murmurs its strings among And softest strains on the air are flung , Thrilling the soul with a ...
... brow of the fair young bride . A song for the bride ! Not a carol gay , But tender and sweet as the wind - harp's lay , When the south wind murmurs its strings among And softest strains on the air are flung , Thrilling the soul with a ...
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... brow , a form of grace , Too young and fair to die ; Such vision was the one that came At every mention of thy name . On earth I knew thee not , And yet I held thee dear ; And marked thee in the land of Thought Pass on from year to year ...
... brow , a form of grace , Too young and fair to die ; Such vision was the one that came At every mention of thy name . On earth I knew thee not , And yet I held thee dear ; And marked thee in the land of Thought Pass on from year to year ...
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... brow - ' t is with dread o'ercast ; Again and death's bitterness all is past ! No clouds shall e'er darken her spirit more , The SUN has arisen , the night is o'er ! 66 Weep not for me , " is her earnest cry ; " Ye know not how blissful ...
... brow - ' t is with dread o'ercast ; Again and death's bitterness all is past ! No clouds shall e'er darken her spirit more , The SUN has arisen , the night is o'er ! 66 Weep not for me , " is her earnest cry ; " Ye know not how blissful ...
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... brow , And thy face so meek and fair , Mary ! Come in night - visions , Mary , With thy soft , seraph smile ; O , speak once more as thou didst of yore ; Come , and my grief beguile , Mary ! SONG . WHEN the dark shadows of night come on ...
... brow , And thy face so meek and fair , Mary ! Come in night - visions , Mary , With thy soft , seraph smile ; O , speak once more as thou didst of yore ; Come , and my grief beguile , Mary ! SONG . WHEN the dark shadows of night come on ...
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... brow ; Her voice had nought of music , and her step was void of grace , And Genius added not a charm to that unlovely face . But , oh ! she had a loving heart , that mourned , although in vain , To see its wealth , poured freely forth ...
... brow ; Her voice had nought of music , and her step was void of grace , And Genius added not a charm to that unlovely face . But , oh ! she had a loving heart , that mourned , although in vain , To see its wealth , poured freely forth ...
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acquainted admiration amid beautiful beloved beneath blessed Bow Brook bride bright bright eyes brow Charles Hamilton Charlotte cheek cheerful child childhood cottage dark daughter dear dearest death dream dwelling earnest Emma entered Eveline eyes face fair fairy-queen father feeling flowers gaze gentle girl grace grave green grief hand Hannah happy happy days hath Hazlehurst heard heart heaven HENRY BACON hope Hugh Brady humble husband Isabel Jeannie John Evans John Page Kate length letter light lips lisp listened live lonely look Lucy Lucy Bell maiden Marian marriage mind mirth morning mother never night o'er pale parents passed playmate pleasant poor prayer Rose Rose O'Neill Sabbath smile soon sorrow soul spirit Squantum sweet tears thee thine thou thought tion town village voice weary weep wife window woman words young youth
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Seite 81 - In those fall'n leaves which kept their green, The noble letters of the dead. And strangely on the silence broke The silent-speaking words, and strange Was love's dumb cry defying change To test his worth; and strangely spoke The faith, the vigor, bold to dwell On doubts that drive the coward back, And keen thro' wordy snares to track Suggestion to her inmost cell.
Seite 225 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Seite 19 - How pure at heart and sound in head, With what divine affections bold Should be the man whose thought would hold An hour's communion with the dead. In vain shalt thou, or any, call The spirits from their golden day, Except, like them, thou too canst say, My spirit is at peace with all.
Seite 95 - O that I had wings like a dove : for then would I flee away, and be at rest.
Seite 81 - So word by word, and line by line, The dead man touched me from the past, And all at once it seemed at last His living soul was flashed on mine...
Seite 33 - A great deal of talent is lost in the world for the want of a little courage. Every day sends to their graves a number of obscure men who have only remained in obscurity because their timidity has prevented them from making a first effort ; and who, if they could have been induced to begin, would in all probability have gone great lengths in the career of fame.
Seite 30 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing...
Seite 60 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing, The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story ; An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She...
Seite 87 - At peril of his life — who shed great thoughts As easily as an oak looseneth its golden leaves In a kindly largess to the soil it grew on — Whose rich dark ivy thoughts, sunned o'er with love, Flourish around the deathless stems of their names — Whose names are ever on the world's broad tongue, Like sound upon the falling of a force — Whose words, if winged, are with angels...
Seite 406 - And mony a canty day, John, We 've had wi' ane anither. Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we '11 go : And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.