Wrinkles: From the Brow of Experience, and Other PoemsJames Woodmansee, 1860 - 179 páginas |
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... babes shall grow up Folly's men , When , with a bat - like blindness of the soul , They will not see a mid - day sun that shines To turn their night of Nature into day , — Poor Human Nature's Bible will not read- That book of frailties ...
... babes shall grow up Folly's men , When , with a bat - like blindness of the soul , They will not see a mid - day sun that shines To turn their night of Nature into day , — Poor Human Nature's Bible will not read- That book of frailties ...
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... BABE , RACHEL ANN JONES . Born , October 15th , A. D. 1838. Died , August 23d , A. D. 1839. Aged 10 months and 8 days . TO THE MOTHER . This Sister Julia : -You desired me to write a few lines on the Death of your sweet RACHEL ANN ...
... BABE , RACHEL ANN JONES . Born , October 15th , A. D. 1838. Died , August 23d , A. D. 1839. Aged 10 months and 8 days . TO THE MOTHER . This Sister Julia : -You desired me to write a few lines on the Death of your sweet RACHEL ANN ...
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... Babe with silver locks ! Mourn , O , my soul ! and thou bless'd Harp , My heart's delight in Sorrow's storm , O , mourn ! in doleful sorrow mourn The Young and Beautiful in death ! Ah ! Rachel Ann , thy hour how short- How very short ...
... Babe with silver locks ! Mourn , O , my soul ! and thou bless'd Harp , My heart's delight in Sorrow's storm , O , mourn ! in doleful sorrow mourn The Young and Beautiful in death ! Ah ! Rachel Ann , thy hour how short- How very short ...
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... Babe ! when Gabriel's trump shall call All Nations to Jehovah's throne , How many Kings will wish their lives Had been as short and good as thine ! Then , Mother ! take thy last cold - kiss And soul - relieving Fare - thee - well ...
... Babe ! when Gabriel's trump shall call All Nations to Jehovah's throne , How many Kings will wish their lives Had been as short and good as thine ! Then , Mother ! take thy last cold - kiss And soul - relieving Fare - thee - well ...
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... Babe ! a heart - heaved sigh From out my melting bosom comes , — I weep - I weep , to see that face- The smile of heaven , lie cold in death ! On my sad heart , soft Pity sits With mournings like the dove , - But nought avails - she ...
... Babe ! a heart - heaved sigh From out my melting bosom comes , — I weep - I weep , to see that face- The smile of heaven , lie cold in death ! On my sad heart , soft Pity sits With mournings like the dove , - But nought avails - she ...
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Angel Apocrypha Babe beautiful Beelzebub Behold bless'd blood breath bright brow celestial Christian Closing Scene crown Daguerreotypes dark Death Deity divine doth dreadful dreams dust dwells E'en e'er Earth Eolian Epic Eternity evermore face fall fell fire foes Folly Folly's fools forever Frail gems Genius give glory God's grave groan happy Harp hath heart Heaven heavenly Hell holy Homer Iliad immortal Invocation Jesus John Calvin King Life's light live look'd looks loveliness lyre Man-the Man's mankind mighty Milton mind Mortality Mother Nature's neath night o'er Paradise Paradise Lost Peace Poem Pollok Psalm Religion Renown robe round sacred Satan Savior silly fool sleep smile song soul soul's speak spirit stars sublime sweet tears thee things thou thought thro throne Time's tomb tongue Truth Typhon vale Virtue Virtue's wakes weep wing Wisdom wonder Woodmansee WRINKLE Yond
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Página 175 - And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Página 177 - Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides, Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Página 177 - Lay floating many a rood, in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monstrous size, Titanian or Earth-born, that warred on Jove, Briareos or Typhon, whom the den By ancient Tarsus held, or that sea-beast Leviathan, which God of all his works Created hugest that swim the ocean-stream.
Página 162 - The infernal Serpent ; he it was, whose guile, Stirred up with envy and revenge, deceived The mother of mankind, what time his pride Had cast him out from heaven...
Página 177 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him haply slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Página 163 - Hold my right hand, Almighty ! and me teach To strike the lyre, but seldom struck, to notes Harmonious with the morning stars, and pure As those by sainted bards and angels sung, Which wake the echoes of Eternity ; That fools may hear and tremble, and the wise, Instructed, listen of ages yet to come.
Página 46 - ... months a professing Christian. Her :race was short, and her end triumphant. O glorious hope of immortality ! O transporting thought ! Julia yet lives, and lives for ever. Surely if there is any one word that carries peculiar sweetness in its sound, it is this word immortality. It is this that dries the tear that falls upon the urn of those we love. It is this that reconciles the soul to
Página 162 - Of Man's first disobedience and the fruit of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste brought death into the world, and all our woe— sing Heavenly Muse ! Who first seduced them to that foul revolt ? The infernal Serpent ; he it was, whose guile, stirred up with envy and revenge, deceived the mother of mankind.