Melanie and Other PoemsSaunders, 1835 - 231 ページ |
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Nathaniel Parker Willis. And , like a child that longs for home When weary of its holiday , I sighed for melancholy Rome . Perhaps the fancy haunts me still- ' Twas but a boding sense of ill . It was a morn , of such a day As might have ...
Nathaniel Parker Willis. And , like a child that longs for home When weary of its holiday , I sighed for melancholy Rome . Perhaps the fancy haunts me still- ' Twas but a boding sense of ill . It was a morn , of such a day As might have ...
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... weary morn I crept away Into the glen , and , flung upon a rock , Over a torrent whose swift , giddy waters Fill'd me with energy , I swore my soul To better that false vision , if there were Manhood or fire within my wretched frame . I ...
... weary morn I crept away Into the glen , and , flung upon a rock , Over a torrent whose swift , giddy waters Fill'd me with energy , I swore my soul To better that false vision , if there were Manhood or fire within my wretched frame . I ...
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... weary years ! How looks she now ? What light is in those tender eyes ? What trace of time has touch'd the brow Whose look is borrow'd of the skies That listen to her nightly prayer ? How is she changed since he was there Who sleeps upon ...
... weary years ! How looks she now ? What light is in those tender eyes ? What trace of time has touch'd the brow Whose look is borrow'd of the skies That listen to her nightly prayer ? How is she changed since he was there Who sleeps upon ...
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... Weary and sad beside the river's brink , And ' twixt the moonlight and the rosy morn , Wrote with my finger in the " golden sands . " Tell me , O memory , what wrote I there ? The name of the sweet child I knew at Rome ! The dust is old ...
... Weary and sad beside the river's brink , And ' twixt the moonlight and the rosy morn , Wrote with my finger in the " golden sands . " Tell me , O memory , what wrote I there ? The name of the sweet child I knew at Rome ! The dust is old ...
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... weary night— When heaved the long and sullen sea , With only waves and stars in sight . We stole along by isles of balm , We furl'd before , the coming gale , We slept amid the breathless calm , We flew beneath the straining sail- But ...
... weary night— When heaved the long and sullen sea , With only waves and stars in sight . We stole along by isles of balm , We furl'd before , the coming gale , We slept amid the breathless calm , We flew beneath the straining sail- But ...
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Absalom age of love amid BARRY CORNWALL beat beauty beneath birds bosom breast breath bright broken brow calm clouds cool crept dark daughter dream dropp'd earth ev'n face faint fair feel feet fingers fire flowers flung forehead forget fountain gaze gentle Golconda gold golden grew hair hand hath hear heart heaven Helon hour hung idle is-I ISIDORE Khorat knelt knew Lady Clare Leontium leper light lips look look'd LORD IVON lov'd loveliness Melanie minstrel boy Mona's morn mother Mount Arafat never night o'er palace pale pass Pleiades prayer pride pulses Sardis seem'd she-the shine silent silver sister's sleep slept slumber smile soft soft eyes soul spirit star stir stirr'd stole stolen love stood sweet child tears thee-I thought thine thou hast thought of thee touch'd Twas voice waters weary wild wind
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197 ページ - to look on a scene like this, Of wild and careless play, And persuade myself that I am not old, And my locks are not yet gray; For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart, And makes his pulses fly, To catch the thrill of a happy voice, And the light of a pleasant eye. i
94 ページ - 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 the earth to be forgot!
159 ページ - cup Is pencill'd passing well, And the swift birds on glorious pinions flee — Alas ! sweet mother ! that thou canst not see ! And the kind looks of friends Peruse the sad expression in thy face, And the child stops amid his bounding race, And the tall stripling bends Low to thine ear with duty unforgot— Alas
135 ページ - Come then, ever, when daylight leaves The page I read, to my humble eaves, And wash thy breast in the hollow spout, And murmur thy low sweet music out ! I hear and see Lessons of Heaven, sweet bird, in thee ! ON A PICTURE OF A BEAUTIFUL BOY.
138 ページ - What promise of morn is left unbroken ? What kind word to thy playmate spoken ? Whom hast thou pitied, and whom forgiven ? How with thy faults has duty striven ? What hast thou learned by field and hill, By greenwood path, and by singing rill
212 ページ - ON THE NEW YEAR. JANUARY 1, 1825. FLEETLY hath past the year. The seasons came Duly as they are wont—the gentle Spring, And the delicious Summer, and the cool, » Rich Autumn, with the nodding of the grain, And Winter, like an old and hoary man, Frosty and stiff— and so are chronicled. We have
220 ページ - I burn'd to win— All—but the spotless name I glory in! Thine is the power to give, Thine to deny, Joy for the hour I live— Calmness to die. .. By all the brave should cherish, By my dying breath, I ask that I may perish By a soldier's death
136 ページ - who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, reads! the eternal deep, Haunted
10 ページ - the face of Melanie, His sketch, the while, was in my hand, And, for the lines I look'd to trace— A torrent by a palace spann'd, Half-classic and half fairy-land— I only found—my sister's face ! III. Our life was changed. Another love In its lone woof began to twine ; But ah ! the golden thread was
5 ページ - for its sunny sky ; My very spirit seem'd to melt As swept its first warm breezes by. From lip and cheek a chilling mist, From life and soul a frozen rime, By every breath seem'd softly kiss'd— God's blessing on its radiant clime ! It was an endless joy to me