Illustrated PoemsCarey and Hart, 1849 - 408 ページ |
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amid arms babe bade beauty Beneath birds blessed bold bosom bow'd bower breast breath bright brooklet brow cheek cheer child clime cold dark dead dear deep didst dost doth dread dream E'en earth eats the rose fair father fear fled flowers gazed glorious golden ear grave grief hand hath haunts of fear head heart heaven hour infant king liberty lead LOBELIA CARDINALIS lonely look'd mark'd morn mother MOUNT HOR Mount Seir mournful ne'er neath nursling o'er Oriska pale Perchance pitying Pocahontas Powhatan praise prayer pride rest rose round seem'd shade sire sleep smile song soul sound spake spirit stern strong surge sweet tear tender terebinth thee thine thought throng toil Toll tomb tone tread trembling turn'd Unto vales vex'd voice wave weary wild William Thom wing wing of heaven young youth
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238 ページ - Ye say their cone-like cabins, That clustered o'er the vale, Have fled away like withered leaves Before the autumn gale, But their memory liveth on your hills, Their baptism on your shore, Your everlasting rivers speak Their dialect of yore.
137 ページ - Who build in the tossing and treacherous main ; Toil on — for the wisdom of man ye mock, With your sand-based structures and domes of rock; Your columns the fathomless fountains...
151 ページ - SOLITUDE. DEEP Solitude I sought. There was a dell Where woven shades shut out the eye of day, While, towering near, the rugged mountains made Dark back-ground 'gainst the sky. Thither I went, And hade my spirit taste that lonely fount, For which it long had thirsted 'mid the strife And fever of the world.
321 ページ - Conceits are not always unnatural, as all know, who have watched the language of full and overflowing tenderness. -DEATH OF AN INFANT. ' Death found strange beauty on that cherub brow, And dashed it out. There was a tint of rose On cheek and lip ; he touched the veins with ice, And the rose faded. — Forth from those blue eyes There spake a wishful tenderness, — a doubt Whether to grieve or sleep, which Innocence Alone can wear.
289 ページ - MEEK dwellers mid yon terror-stricken cliffs ! With brows so pure, and incense-breathing lips, Whence are ye ?— Did some white-winged messenger On Mercy's missions trust your timid germ To the cold cradle of eternal snows ? Or, breathing on the callous icicles, Bid them with tear-drops nurse ye...
102 ページ - Nought she spied Save wide, dark waters, and a frowning sky, Nor found her weary foot a place of rest. So, with a leaf of olive in her mouth, Sole fruit of her drear voyage, which, perchance, Upon some wrecking billow floated by, With drooping wing the peaceful ark she sought. The righteous man that wandering dove received, And to her mate restored, who, with sad moans, Had wondered at her absence.
99 ページ - Spring is coming! Spring is here!" Say'st thou so, my birdie dear? What is that, in misty shroud, Stealing from the darken'd cloud? Lo! the snow-flakes' gathering mound Settles o'er the whitened ground, Yet thou singest, blithe and clear, "Spring is comingl Spring is here!
81 ページ - THE ATLANTIC." MRS. SIGOURNEY. ]|OLL, toll, toll, toll ! Thou bell by billows swung, And, night and day, thy warning words Repeat with mournful tongue ! Toll for the queenly boat, Wrecked on yon rocky shore ! Sea-weed is in her palace halls — She rides the surge no more. Toll for the master bold, The high-souled and the brave, Who ruled her like a thing of life Amid the crested wave ! Toll for the hardy crew, Sons of the storm and blast, Who long...
206 ページ - The dead ! the sainted dead ! why should we weep At the last change their settled features take ? At the calm impress of that holy sleep Which care and sorrow never more shall break ? Believe we not His word who rends the tomb, And bids the slumberers from that transient gloom In their Redeemer's glorious image wake ? POCAHONTAS.
138 ページ - O'er the whirlpool ripens the rind of gold ; The sea-snatched isle is the home of men, And mountains exult where the wave hath been. But why do ye plant, 'neath the billows dark, The wrecking reef for the gallant bark ? There are snares enough on the tented field, Mid the blossomed sweets that the valleys yield ;. There are serpents to coil ere the flowers are up, There's a...