The Ladies' Wreath: A Selection from the Female Poetic Writers of England and America : with Original Notices and Notes : Prepared Especially for Young Ladies : a Gift Book for All SeasonsMarsh, Capen & Lyon, 1837 - 408 páginas |
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... Death The Voice of Music The Hour of Death Kindred Hearts A Thought of the Rose The Parting of Summer The Song of Night The Deserted House The Voice of God Fragment Man and Woman Gertrude The Stranger's Heart Evening Prayer at a Girl's ...
... Death The Voice of Music The Hour of Death Kindred Hearts A Thought of the Rose The Parting of Summer The Song of Night The Deserted House The Voice of God Fragment Man and Woman Gertrude The Stranger's Heart Evening Prayer at a Girl's ...
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... Death 98 Washing - Day 99 JANE TAYLOR 102 The World in the Heart 104 The Things that are Unseen are Eternal 107 Experience 109 Accomplishment 110 The Philosopher's Scales 112 The Violet 115 LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON 116 Lines of Life 119 ...
... Death 98 Washing - Day 99 JANE TAYLOR 102 The World in the Heart 104 The Things that are Unseen are Eternal 107 Experience 109 Accomplishment 110 The Philosopher's Scales 112 The Violet 115 LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON 116 Lines of Life 119 ...
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... Death of the Flowers · 211 Lines on the Death of a Young Lady MARY RUSSELL MITFORD Selections from Rienzi The Morning Walk 212 213 215 221 PART SECOND . - AMERICAN AUTHORS . PAGE LYDIA HUNTLEY INDEX OF POEMS . 7.
... Death of the Flowers · 211 Lines on the Death of a Young Lady MARY RUSSELL MITFORD Selections from Rienzi The Morning Walk 212 213 215 221 PART SECOND . - AMERICAN AUTHORS . PAGE LYDIA HUNTLEY INDEX OF POEMS . 7.
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... Death of an Infant Blessed are the Dead HANNAH F. GOULD The Zephyr's Soliloquy The Little Foot The Frost The Thrice - closed Eye Worship by the Rose - Tree The Widow's Lullaby The Empty Bird's Nest The Prostrate Pink 248 249 250 252 253 ...
... Death of an Infant Blessed are the Dead HANNAH F. GOULD The Zephyr's Soliloquy The Little Foot The Frost The Thrice - closed Eye Worship by the Rose - Tree The Widow's Lullaby The Empty Bird's Nest The Prostrate Pink 248 249 250 252 253 ...
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... Death 322 Stanzas 323 Fragment FRANCES SARGEN'T OSGOOD 324 325 The Blind Girl My Mother's Sigh Stanzas To a Young Friend 327 330 331 332 Lines The Star of Promise A Fragment ANNA PEYRE DINNIES Wedded Love 334 335 336 337 339 The Blush ...
... Death 322 Stanzas 323 Fragment FRANCES SARGEN'T OSGOOD 324 325 The Blind Girl My Mother's Sigh Stanzas To a Young Friend 327 330 331 332 Lines The Star of Promise A Fragment ANNA PEYRE DINNIES Wedded Love 334 335 336 337 339 The Blush ...
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AUTUMNAL MUSINGS beam beauty bird blessed bloom blossoms bower breast breath breeze bright brow charms cheek cheer child childhood clouds cold dark dear death deep doth dreams earth earthly fade fair fancy fear feel FELICIA HEMANS Flower-of-an-hour flowers fond FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD gathering gaze Genie genius gentle gloom glow grace happy hath hear heart heaven holy hope hour Joanna Baillie life's light literary lonely look lyre Mary Howitt Mary Mitford mind mirth mother muse ne'er neath never night o'er poems poetess poetry prayer pure rest Rienzi rose shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit springs stars stranger's heart stream sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tone tree Troy Female Seminary twas voice wave weary weep Whippoorwill wild wings woman words young youth
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Página 259 - In diamond beads ; and over the breast Of the quivering lake he spread A coat of mail, that it need not fear The downward point of many a spear That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head. He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane, like a fairy, crept ; Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped...
Página 24 - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Página 36 - We know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain — But who shall teach us when to look for thee ? Is it when spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale ? — They have one season — all are ours to die...
Página 52 - 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...
Página 115 - DOWN in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew, Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view.
Página 36 - 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.
Página 19 - 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.
Página 22 - BERNARD BARTON. BY the soft green light in the woody glade, On the banks of moss where thy childhood play'd, By the household tree through which thine eye First look'd in love to the summer sky, By the dewy gleam, by the very breath Of the primrose tufts in the grass beneath, Upon thy heart there is laid a spell, Holy and precious — oh!
Página 55 - ... and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly ! With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay, Come forth to the sunshine — I may not stay. Away from the dwellings of care-worn men, The waters are sparkling in grove and glen ! Away from the chamber and sullen hearth, ( The young leaves are dancing in breezy mirth ! Their light stems thrill to the wild-wood strains, And youth is abroad in my green domains...
Página 20 - There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band: Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was a 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? They sought a faith's pure shrine!