The Poems, Sacred, Passionate, and Humorous, of Nathaniel Parker WillisClark & Austin, 1850 - 331 ページ |
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... Italy , there lay Prints of fair women , and engravings rare , And a new poem , and a costly toy ; And in their midst a massive lamp of bronze Burning sweet spices constantly . Asleep Upon the carpet couch'd a graceful hound , Of a rare ...
... Italy , there lay Prints of fair women , and engravings rare , And a new poem , and a costly toy ; And in their midst a massive lamp of bronze Burning sweet spices constantly . Asleep Upon the carpet couch'd a graceful hound , Of a rare ...
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... Italy . I felt A yearning 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 ...
... Italy . I felt A yearning 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 ...
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... Italian May . Vine - leaf and flower had newly burst , And on the burthen of the air The breath of buds came faint and rare ; And far in the transparent sky The small , earth - keeping birds were seen Soaring deliriously high ; And ...
... Italian May . Vine - leaf and flower had newly burst , And on the burthen of the air The breath of buds came faint and rare ; And far in the transparent sky The small , earth - keeping birds were seen Soaring deliriously high ; And ...
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... Italy , for minds at ease . The sadness of its sunny skies Weighs not upon the lives of these . The ruin'd aisle , the crumbling fane , The broken column , vast and prone- It may be joy - it may be pain- Amid such wrecks to walk alone ...
... Italy , for minds at ease . The sadness of its sunny skies Weighs not upon the lives of these . The ruin'd aisle , the crumbling fane , The broken column , vast and prone- It may be joy - it may be pain- Amid such wrecks to walk alone ...
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... Italy are breathed away In wonders of the deathless arts ; Where strays the Contadina down Val d'Arno with a song of old ; Where clime and woman seldom frown , And life runs over sands of gold ; I stray'd to lone Fiesolé On many an eve ...
... Italy are breathed away In wonders of the deathless arts ; Where strays the Contadina down Val d'Arno with a song of old ; Where clime and woman seldom frown , And life runs over sands of gold ; I stray'd to lone Fiesolé On many an eve ...
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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 - Tis hard to give thee up, With death so like a gentle slumber on thee ; And thy dark sin — oh ! I could drink the cup If from this woe its bitterness had won thee. May God have called thee, like a wanderer, home, My lost boy, Absalom...
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 ; 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.
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.
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.
90 ページ - I am willing to die when my time shall come, And I shall be glad to go ; For the world, at best, is a weary place, And my pulse is getting low : But the grave is dark, and the heart will fail In treading its gloomy way ; And it wiles my heart from its dreariness, To see the young so gay.
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
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...
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...