The Poems, Sacred, Passionate, and Humorous, of Nathaniel Parker WillisClark & Austin, 1845 - 331 ページ |
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... dream Was broken by the solitary foot Of some poor mendicant , he raised his head To curse him for a tributary Jew , And slumberously dozed on . ' Twas now high noon . The dull , low murmur of a funeral Went through the city - the sad ...
... dream Was broken by the solitary foot Of some poor mendicant , he raised his head To curse him for a tributary Jew , And slumberously dozed on . ' Twas now high noon . The dull , low murmur of a funeral Went through the city - the sad ...
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... cradle joy . How have I drunk the light of thy blue eye ! And could I see thee die ? " I did not dream of this when thou wast straying , Like an unbound gazelle , among the flowers ; Or wiling the soft hours , By the rich gush ( 46 )
... cradle joy . How have I drunk the light of thy blue eye ! And could I see thee die ? " I did not dream of this when thou wast straying , Like an unbound gazelle , among the flowers ; Or wiling the soft hours , By the rich gush ( 46 )
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... dream , And thought of the dark stream In my own land of Egypt , the far Nile , How pray'd I that my father's land might be An heritage for thee ! " And now the grave for its cold breast hath won thee ! And thy white , delicate limbs ...
... dream , And thought of the dark stream In my own land of Egypt , the far Nile , How pray'd I that my father's land might be An heritage for thee ! " And now the grave for its cold breast hath won thee ! And thy white , delicate limbs ...
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... dream- Its joyousness so sunn'd the gazer's eye ! Fair were his locks . His snowy teeth divided A bow of Love , drawn with a scarlet thread . His cheek was like the moist heart of the rose ; And , but for nostrils of that breathing fire ...
... dream- Its joyousness so sunn'd the gazer's eye ! Fair were his locks . His snowy teeth divided A bow of Love , drawn with a scarlet thread . His cheek was like the moist heart of the rose ; And , but for nostrils of that breathing fire ...
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... dream fell on her . At a fount Hard by the sepulchre , without the wall , Jesus awaited Mary . Seated near Were the way - worn disciples in the shade ; But , of himself forgetful , Jesus lean'd Upon his staff , and watch'd where she ...
... dream fell on her . At a fount Hard by the sepulchre , without the wall , Jesus awaited Mary . Seated near Were the way - worn disciples in the shade ; But , of himself forgetful , Jesus lean'd Upon his staff , and watch'd where she ...
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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...
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.
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...
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.
197 ページ - T is to have Attentive and belie.ving faculties ; To go abroad rejoicing in the joy Of beautiful and well-created things ; To love the voice of waters and the sheen Of silver fountains leaping to the sea ; To thrill with the rich melody of birds, Living their life of music ; to be glad In the gay sunshine, reverent in the storm ; To see a beauty in the stirring leaf, And find calm thoughts beneath the whispering tree ; To see, and hear, and breathe the evidence Of God's deep wisdom in the natural...
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.
89 ページ - I LOVE 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...
92 ページ - He hung its starry roof on high, The broad, illimitable sky ; He spread its pavement, green and bright, And curtained it with morning light. 3 The mountains in their places stood, The sea, the sky, and " all was good ;" And when its first pure praises rang, The
186 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...