Poems of YouthGeorge Coolidge, 1861 - 130 ページ |
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... fair , kind face upturning , One sweet touch I here did win , As if she were thinking , thinking , Such small graces are no sin . She therein lost no composure , Nor ashamed did she seem ; Truly chaste may grant such favor , And therein ...
... fair , kind face upturning , One sweet touch I here did win , As if she were thinking , thinking , Such small graces are no sin . She therein lost no composure , Nor ashamed did she seem ; Truly chaste may grant such favor , And therein ...
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... by none , Isabel . Men said that thou wert fair : There is no brightness in the heaven above , There is no balm upon the summer air Like thy warm love , Isabel . 6 I L 1 Men saw that thou wert bright . There is no 26 POEMS OF YOUTH .
... by none , Isabel . Men said that thou wert fair : There is no brightness in the heaven above , There is no balm upon the summer air Like thy warm love , Isabel . 6 I L 1 Men saw that thou wert bright . There is no 26 POEMS OF YOUTH .
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... fair and simple robe around ; By flowing ribbon , lightly tied , Its graceful folds are bound . And thus attired , -a sportive thing , Pure , loving , guileless , bright , and wild , Proud Fashion , match me , in your ring , New ...
... fair and simple robe around ; By flowing ribbon , lightly tied , Its graceful folds are bound . And thus attired , -a sportive thing , Pure , loving , guileless , bright , and wild , Proud Fashion , match me , in your ring , New ...
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... Fair as your face is , were't fifty times fairer , Young braggar , she ne'er wad gie kisses to thee . " " It was then your Mary ; she's frae Castle Cary ; It was then your true - love I met by the tree ; Proud as her heart is , and ...
... Fair as your face is , were't fifty times fairer , Young braggar , she ne'er wad gie kisses to thee . " " It was then your Mary ; she's frae Castle Cary ; It was then your true - love I met by the tree ; Proud as her heart is , and ...
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... angels making ? Then haste , and guard the treasure won , When fondly you've enshrined it ; For there's a heart for every one , If every one could find it ! Charles Swain . SERRANA . I NE'ER on the border Saw girl fair 38 POEMS OF YOUTH.
... angels making ? Then haste , and guard the treasure won , When fondly you've enshrined it ; For there's a heart for every one , If every one could find it ! Charles Swain . SERRANA . I NE'ER on the border Saw girl fair 38 POEMS OF YOUTH.
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Angel art thou beauty bloom blue bosom breast breath bright brow call me early Castle Cary charm cheek clouds cold curl dark dear doth dream dream art earth Excelsior fading fair fairest thing Finojosa Florence Vane flowers frae Francesco Doria gaze glow golden gone grace grave hand hast hath heaven Hector Macneil holly tree hour Isabel James Gates Percival Jimmy mowed kiss land art life's light lonely look lovelier Lucretia Maria Davidson maiden Mary milk-maiden morn mortal eyes mother mowed the hay ne'er neath never night o'er pale Pilgrim Society prayer pure Queen Richard Henry Stoddard Scottish lassie shadow sigh sleep smile snow soft song of Arcady sorrow soul spirit stars stealing summer sweet Sydney Dobell T. B. Aldrich thatch of hay thee There's thine thing in mortal thou art thought thy heart twas voice warm weary wee thing wild young youth
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23 ページ - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
29 ページ - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
29 ページ - Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!' And loud that clarion voice replied. Excelsior! 'O stay,' the maiden said, 'and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
3 ページ - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
20 ページ - Tis but to make a trial of our love !" And filled his glass to all; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread. 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, Laughing and looking back, and flying still, Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger. But now, alas ! she was not to be found ; Nor from that hour could...
13 ページ - Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June.
3 ページ - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
33 ページ - Twas vain, in holy ground He hid his face amid the shades of death. I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me : but mine returns, And this lorn bosom burns With stifling heat, heaving it up in sleep, And waking me to weep Tears that had melted his soft heart : for years Wept he as bitter tears. Merciful God!
13 ページ - Gather, then, each flower that grows, When the young heart overflows, To embalm that tent of snows. Bear a lily in thy hand ; Gates of brass cannot withstand One touch of that magic wand. Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth.
11 ページ - TIME. Touch us gently, Time ! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently, — as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream ! Humble voyagers are We, Husband, wife, and children three — (One is lost, — an angel, fled To the azure overhead ! ) Touch us gently, Time ! We've not proud nor soaring wings : Our ambition, our content Lies in simple things. Humble voyagers are We, O'er Life's dim unsounded sea, Seeking only some calm clime : — Touch us gently, gentle Time ! EBENEZER ELLIOTT.