The Poems, Sacred, Passionate, and Humorous, of Nathaniel Parker WillisClark & Austin, 1846 - 331 ページ |
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... feet Lay his small scrip , and pilgrim's scallop - shell , And staff - for they had waited by the sea Till he came o'er from Gadarene , and pray'd For his wont teachings as he came to land . His hair was parted meekly on his brow , And ...
... feet Lay his small scrip , and pilgrim's scallop - shell , And staff - for they had waited by the sea Till he came o'er from Gadarene , and pray'd For his wont teachings as he came to land . His hair was parted meekly on his brow , And ...
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... feet , he took the hem Of his coarse mantle , and with trembling hands . Press'd it upon his lips , and murmur'd low , " Master ! my daughter ! " — * The same silvery light , That shone upon the lone rock by the sea , Slept on the ...
... feet , he took the hem Of his coarse mantle , and with trembling hands . Press'd it upon his lips , and murmur'd low , " Master ! my daughter ! " — * The same silvery light , That shone upon the lone rock by the sea , Slept on the ...
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... feet must flee , That from thy plague His people may be free . Depart ! and come not near The busy mart , the crowded city , more ; Nor set thy foot a human threshold o'er ; And stay thou not to hear Voices that call thee in the way ...
... feet must flee , That from thy plague His people may be free . Depart ! and come not near The busy mart , the crowded city , more ; Nor set thy foot a human threshold o'er ; And stay thou not to hear Voices that call thee in the way ...
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... feet and worshipp'd him . DAVID S GRIEF FOR HIS CHILD . ' Twas daybreak , and the fingers of the dawn Drew the night's curtain , and touch'd silently The eyelids of the king . And David woke , And robed himself , and pray'd . The ...
... feet and worshipp'd him . DAVID S GRIEF FOR HIS CHILD . ' Twas daybreak , and the fingers of the dawn Drew the night's curtain , and touch'd silently The eyelids of the king . And David woke , And robed himself , and pray'd . The ...
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... feet , And listen'd breathlessly . And still no stir ! The servants who kept watch without the door Sat motionless ; the purple casement - shades From the low windows had been roll'd away , To give the child air ; and the flickering ...
... feet , And listen'd breathlessly . And still no stir ! The servants who kept watch without the door Sat motionless ; the purple casement - shades From the low windows had been roll'd away , To give the child air ; and the flickering ...
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31 ページ - The king stood still Till the last echo died ; then, throwing off The sackcloth from his brow, and laying back The pall from the still features of his child, He bowed his head upon him, and broke forth In the resistless eloquence of woe...
32 ページ - And oh ! when I am stricken, and my heart, Like a bruised reed, is waiting to be broken, How will its love for thee, as I depart, Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep token ! It were so sweet, amid death's gathering gloom, To see thee, Absalom...
30 ページ - But, oh! for Absalom — For his estranged, misguided Absalom — The proud, bright being, who had burst away, In all his princely beauty, to defy The heart that cherished him — for him he poured, In agony that would not be controlled, Strong supplication, and forgave him there, Before his God, for his deep sinfulness.
107 ページ - How like a mounting devil in the heart Rules the unreined ambition ! Let it once But play the monarch, and its haughty brow Glows with a beauty that bewilders thought And unthrones peace forever. Putting on The very pomp of Lucifer, it turns The heart to ashes...
88 ページ - I love to see him track the street, With his wary eye and active feet; And I often watch him as he springs, Circling the steeple with easy wings, Till across the dial his shade has passed, And the belfry edge is gained at last.
9 ページ - And pass not thou between The weary traveller and the cooling breeze, And lie not down to sleep beneath the trees Where human tracks are seen; Nor milk the goat that browseth on the plain, Nor pluck the standing corn, or yellow grain. And now depart! and when Thy heart is heavy, and...
106 ページ - Ay, though it bid me rifle My heart's last fount for its insatiate thirst — Though every life-strung nerve be maddened first, Though it should bid me stifle The yearning in my throat for my sweet child, And taunt its mother till my brain went wild — " All— I would do it all Sooner than die like a dull worm, to rot, Thrust foully into earth to be forgot, Oh heavens ! But I appal Your heart, old man : forgive.
217 ページ - BRIGHT be the skies that cover thee, Child of the sunny brow — Bright as the dream flung over thee By all that meets thee now. Thy heart is beating joyously, Thy voice is like a bird's, And sweetly breaks the melody Of thy imperfect words. I know no fount that gushes out As gladly as thy tiny shout. I would that thou might'st ever be As beautiful as now, — That Time might ever leave as free Thy yet unwritten brow, — I would life were
105 ページ - So — let him writhe! How long Will he live thus? Quick, my good pencil, now! What a fine agony works upon his brow! Ha! gray-haired, and so strong! How fearfully he stifles that short moan ! Gods! if I could but paint a dying groan! — "'Pity
188 ページ - The shadows lay along Broadway, 'Twas near the twilight-tide — And slowly there a lady fair Was walking in her pride. Alone walked she ; but, viewlessly, Walked spirits at her side. Peace charmed the street beneath her feet, And Honor charmed the air ; And all astir looked kind on her, And called her good as fair — For all God ever gave to her She kept with chary care. She kept with care her beauties rare From lovers...