PoemsLeavitt and Allen, 1855 - 347 sider |
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Side 15
... gaze of the mob , -up- turned for a moment , -who are silly enough to surround the stage which it plays its pranks on . There is no necessity of parti- cularizing those portions of the works of our authoress , in which she has succeeded ...
... gaze of the mob , -up- turned for a moment , -who are silly enough to surround the stage which it plays its pranks on . There is no necessity of parti- cularizing those portions of the works of our authoress , in which she has succeeded ...
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... gaze on thee ? XXIII . On thee ! with whom in boyhood I had played , At the grape - gatherings , by my native streams ; And to whose eye my youthful soul had laid Bare , as to Heaven's , its glowing world of dreams ; And by whose side ...
... gaze on thee ? XXIII . On thee ! with whom in boyhood I had played , At the grape - gatherings , by my native streams ; And to whose eye my youthful soul had laid Bare , as to Heaven's , its glowing world of dreams ; And by whose side ...
Side 24
... gaze Fix itself down on struggling agony , To the dimm'd eye - balls freezing , as they glaze ? It might be yet the power to will seemed o'er- That my soul yearn'd to hear his voice once more ! But mine was fettered ! mute in strong ...
... gaze Fix itself down on struggling agony , To the dimm'd eye - balls freezing , as they glaze ? It might be yet the power to will seemed o'er- That my soul yearn'd to hear his voice once more ! But mine was fettered ! mute in strong ...
Side 24
... gaze through tears- Oh ! what a sight is Heaven , thus first beheld for years ! XVIII . The rolling clouds ! -they have the whole blue space Above to sail in - all the dome of sky ! My soul shot with them in their breezy race O'er star ...
... gaze through tears- Oh ! what a sight is Heaven , thus first beheld for years ! XVIII . The rolling clouds ! -they have the whole blue space Above to sail in - all the dome of sky ! My soul shot with them in their breezy race O'er star ...
Side 24
... gaze , Which tells us we are changed , -how changed from other days ! XXV . Before my father - in my place of birth , I stood an alien . On the very floor Which oft had trembled to my boyish mirth , The love that reared me , knew my ...
... gaze , Which tells us we are changed , -how changed from other days ! XXV . Before my father - in my place of birth , I stood an alien . On the very floor Which oft had trembled to my boyish mirth , The love that reared me , knew my ...
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art thou banners bear beauty beneath bless bosom brave breast breath breeze bright bright land brow burst cloud Conradin Constance dark Dartmoor dead death deep doth dread dreams dust dwell e'en earth Elmina Eribert fair falchion fane farewell father fear flowers gaze glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow Gonzalez Granada grave grief hath hear heard heart Heaven holy hope hour hushed land light lone look lyre midst mighty Montalba Moorish mournful ne'er night noble Note o'er pale passed Procida proud Provençal Raimond repose rest rocks rose round scene shade shadow shore shrine Sicily silent sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound Spain spirit storm stranger's heart stream strong sunbeam sweet swell sword tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought throng tomb tone Twas unto Vittoria voice wake warrior wave weep wild wind Ximena young
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Side 330 - Not there, not there, my child! Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, . And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things? Not there, not there, my child!
Side 267 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
Side 376 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Side 284 - And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They...
Side 267 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Side 287 - Her lot is on you !— to be found untired, Watching the stars out by the bed of pain, With a pale cheek, and yet a brow inspired, And a true heart of hope, though hope be vain ; Meekly to bear with wrong, to cheer decay, And oh ! to love through all things— therefore pray...
Side 31 - To him that wept a son ? He lived : for life may long be borne Ere sorrow break its chain ; Why comes not death to those who mourn ? He never smiled again...
Side 276 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Side 262 - O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown : Yet must thou hear a voice — Restore the dead ! Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee ! — Restore the dead, thou sea ! BRING FLOWERS.
Side 268 - Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war 1 They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ! They have left unstained what there they found, Freedom to worship God ! — Mrs.