The Poetical Works of Fitz-Greene Halleck: Now First CollectedD. Appleton, 1848 - 280 ページ |
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ALNWICK CASTLE Anacreon Anthony's Nose bard bark beauty Bendemeer beneath beneath the sky bird bless Bloomingdale blue born bosom bower Bozzaris brave breath bridal bright Broadway brow cheek chimney sweeps clouds cold dark dear death doom dreams earth eyebeam faded fame Fanny FITZ-GREENE HALLECK flowers forest leaves friends gallant gaze gentle gone grace grave Greece green hair happy harp hath heard heart heaven hope hour hues lady land life's light linger listened live lyre maiden midnight minstrel morn night o'er poet's pride proud rhyme rose scene shade sing sire sleep slumbers smile snow song sorrows spell spirit STONY POINT summer sunbeam sunny sweet Tammany Tammany Hall tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tomb tree twas voice wandering warm wave whisper wild winds wings winter young
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42 ページ - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
20 ページ - Suliote band, True as the steel of their tried blades, Heroes in heart and hand. There had the Persian's...
155 ページ - twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER?
43 ページ - Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth...
98 ページ - They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why ; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty; A stubborn race, fearing and flattering none.
24 ページ - Bozzaris ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee: there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume, Like torn branch from death's leafless tree, In sorrow's pomp and pageantry, The heartless luxury of the tomb; But she remembers thee as one Long loved, and for a season gono ; For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed, Her marble wrought, her music breathed; For thee she rings the birthday...
25 ページ - Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the Joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh: For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That...
34 ページ - Such graves as his are pilgrim shrines, Shrines to no code or creed confined — The Delphian vales, the Palestines, The Meccas of the mind.
19 ページ - The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard ; Then wore his monarch's signet ring: Then pressed that monarch's throne — a king ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, '° As Eden's garden bird.
13 ページ - ... ivy, keeping Her watch around it, seem to smile, As o'er a loved one sleeping ? One solitary turret gray Still tells, in melancholy glory, The legend of the Cheviot day, The Percy's proudest border story.