Poems of Early and After YearsCarey and Hart, 1848 - 410 ページ |
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... the unmoving child upon her knees , The curtains were let down , and all came forth , And , gathering with fearful looks apart , Whisper'd together . And the king arose And gazed on them a moment 30 DAVID'S GRIEF FOR HIS CHILD .
... the unmoving child upon her knees , The curtains were let down , and all came forth , And , gathering with fearful looks apart , Whisper'd together . And the king arose And gazed on them a moment 30 DAVID'S GRIEF FOR HIS CHILD .
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Nathaniel Parker Willis. And the king arose And gazed on them a moment , and with voice Of quick , uncertain utterance , he ask'd , " Is the child dead ? " They answer'd , " He is dead ! " But when they look'd to see him fall again Upon ...
Nathaniel Parker Willis. And the king arose And gazed on them a moment , and with voice Of quick , uncertain utterance , he ask'd , " Is the child dead ? " They answer'd , " He is dead ! " But when they look'd to see him fall again Upon ...
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... 'd every breath , and kept her hand Soft on his forehead , and gazed in upon The dreamy languor of his listless eye , And she had laid back all his sunny curls And kiss'd his delicate lip , and lifted him Into 38 THE SHUNAMMITE .
... 'd every breath , and kept her hand Soft on his forehead , and gazed in upon The dreamy languor of his listless eye , And she had laid back all his sunny curls And kiss'd his delicate lip , and lifted him Into 38 THE SHUNAMMITE .
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... gazed intensely forward . The tall firs Before his door were motionless . The leaves Of the sweet aloe , and the clustering vines Which half conceal'd his threshold , met his eye Unchanged and beautiful ; and one by one , The balsam ...
... gazed intensely forward . The tall firs Before his door were motionless . The leaves Of the sweet aloe , and the clustering vines Which half conceal'd his threshold , met his eye Unchanged and beautiful ; and one by one , The balsam ...
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... gazed upon him . Was he wroth ? There was no anger in that blood - shot eye . Had sickness seized him ? She unclasp'd his helm , And laid her white hand gently on his brow , And the large veins felt stiff and hard , like cords . The ...
... gazed upon him . Was he wroth ? There was no anger in that blood - shot eye . Had sickness seized him ? She unclasp'd his helm , And laid her white hand gently on his brow , And the large veins felt stiff and hard , like cords . The ...
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Abra Absalom agony angels Bathsheba beautiful beneath bird blue bosom bow'd breast breath bright broke brow calm cheek child clasp'd cloud cold dark dead death deep dream dream Angelic drew earth ENGRAVED face faint fair feel feet fell fire flowers forehead fountain gather'd gazed grew hair hand hath heart heaven Helon hour HUMPHRYS ISIDORE Jerusalem Jesus Jules knew Lady Jane latchet Lazarus leaves lifted light lips look look'd LORD IVON lovely wave morn mother Mount Arafat murmur night o'er Parrhasius pass'd Pleiades pray pray'd prayer press'd pulse Rizpah rocky steps rose Sea of Galilee seem'd shadows she-the silent silver sleep smile soft soft eyes soul spirit star stay'd stirr'd stole stood sweet sweet child tears thine things thou hast thought of thee touch'd turn'd Twas voice walk'd watch waters weary wild wind wings
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50 ページ - Alas! my noble boy, that thou shouldst die! Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair! That death should settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb. My proud boy, Absalom ! B Cold is thy brow, my son ; and I am chill.
53 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!
50 ページ - Cold is thy brow, my son, and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee : How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee, And hear thy sweet ' My father ! ' from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom !
119 ページ - He runs so close to the rapid wheel. Whatever is rung on that noisy bell — Chime of the hour or funeral knell — The dove in the belfry must hear it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moon, When the sexton cheerly rings for noon, When the clock strikes clear at morning light. When the child is waked with "nine at night...
134 ページ - Bring me the captive now ! My hand feels skilful, and the shadows lift From my waked spirit airily and swift, And I could paint the bow Upon the bended heavens — around me play Colors of such divinity to-day. "Ha! bind him on his back! Look — as Prometheus in my picture here!
120 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...
25 ページ - And pass thou not 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.
133 ページ - Parrhasius stood, gazing forgetfully Upon his canvas. There Prometheus lay, Chained to the cold rocks of Mount Caucasus— The vulture at his vitals, and the links Of the lame Lemnian festering in his flesh...
121 ページ - Play on, play on ; I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring: I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
232 ページ - God ever gave to her She kept with chary care. She kept with care her beauties rare From lovers warm and true, For her heart was cold to all but gold, And the rich came not to woo : But honored well are charms to sell If priests the selling do.