The Poems, Sacred, Passionate, and Humorous, of Nathaniel Parker WillisClark & Austin, 1846 - 331 ページ |
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... sleep she lay- The linen vesture folded on her breast , And over it her white transparent hands , The blood still rosy in their tapering nails . A line of pearl ran through her parted lips , And in her nostrils , spiritually thin , The ...
... sleep she lay- The linen vesture folded on her breast , And over it her white transparent hands , The blood still rosy in their tapering nails . A line of pearl ran through her parted lips , And in her nostrils , spiritually thin , The ...
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... sleep . His skin grew dry and bloodless , and white scales , Circled with livid purple , cover'd him . And then his nails grew black , and fell away From the dull flesh about them , and the hues Deepen'd beneath the hard unmoisten'd ...
... sleep . His skin grew dry and bloodless , and white scales , Circled with livid purple , cover'd him . And then his nails grew black , and fell away From the dull flesh about them , and the hues Deepen'd beneath the hard unmoisten'd ...
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... 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 thine eyes are dim , Lift up thy ...
... 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 thine eyes are dim , Lift up thy ...
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... Sleep is upon the waters and the wind ; And nature , from the wavy forest - leaf To her majestic master , sleeps . As yet There is no mist upon the deep blue sky , ( 16 ) The Sacrifice of Abraham.
... Sleep is upon the waters and the wind ; And nature , from the wavy forest - leaf To her majestic master , sleeps . As yet There is no mist upon the deep blue sky , ( 16 ) The Sacrifice of Abraham.
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... sleep upon the delicate leaves , And bent them with the blossoms to their dreams . Still trod the patriarch on , with that same step , Firm and unfaltering ; turning not aside To seek the olive shades , or lave their lips In the sweet ...
... sleep upon the delicate leaves , And bent them with the blossoms to their dreams . Still trod the patriarch on , with that same step , Firm and unfaltering ; turning not aside To seek the olive shades , or lave their lips In the sweet ...
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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...