The Female Poets of AmericaH.C. Baird, 1853 - 400 ページ |
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amid angels Anthemius art thou beams beauty Belisarius beneath bird bless bloom blossoms bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow charm cheek child clouds cold dark daugh dear death deep doth dream earth Eudocia eyes fair faith fear feel flowers gaze gentle gleam gloom glorious glory glow golden grace Graham's Magazine grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven holy hope hour life's light lingering lips lone look lute lyre melody morning morocco mother murmur N. P. Willis neath never night o'er pale poems prayer Pulcheria pure rapture rest rills round seraph shade shadows shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stream sunbeams sunny sweet tears tempest tender thee thine thou art thought thrill throne tone tree trembling voice wake wandering waves weary wild winds wings young youth
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58 ページ - But he did one thing that was hardly fair — He peeped in the cupboard, and finding there That all had forgotten for him to prepare. "Now, just to set them a-thinking, I'll bite this basket of fruit...
382 ページ - Among the beautiful pictures That hang on Memory's wall Is one of a dim old forest, That seemeth best of all . Not for its gnarled oaks olden, Dark with the mistletoe ; Not for the violets golden That sprinkle the vale below ; Not for the milk-white lilies That lean from the fragrant...
340 ページ - The twilight hours, like birds, flew by, As lightly and as free ; Ten thousand stars were in the sky, Ten thousand on the sea : , For every wave with dimpled face, That leaped upon the air, Had caught a star in its embrace And held it trembling there.
58 ページ - He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane like a fairy crept; Wherever he breathed, wherever he...
287 ページ - Labor is worship !" — the robin is singing; " Labor is worship !" — the wild bee is ringing : Listen ! that eloquent whisper upspringing Speaks to thy soul from out Nature's great heart.
29 ページ - Let be interred in my oblivious grave ; If any worth or virtue were in me, Let that live freshly in thy memory And when thou feel'st no grief, as I no harms, Yet love thy dead, who long lay in thine arms.
287 ページ - Labor is rest — from the sorrows that greet us, Rest from all petty vexations that meet us, Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us, Rest from world-sirens that lure us to ill.
99 ページ - I'll believe thee; Veil, if ill, thy soul's intent, Let me think it innocent! Save thy toiling, spare thy treasure; All I ask is friendship's pleasure; Let the shining ore lie darkling,— Bring no gem in lustre sparkling; Gifts and gold are naught to me, I would only look on thee!
60 ページ - But it was not long ere the soil was broke By the peering head of an infant oak ! And as it arose and its branches spread, The Pebble looked up, and wondering said : — " A modest Acorn ! never to tell What was enclosed in its simple shell...