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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... grace , the hair's dear silvery hue , The kind sweet smile of old ! Thus in life's evening , from her And had she come , distant home , To save her child ? - E'en so- nor yet in vain ; In that young heart the life sprung up again , And ...
... grace , the hair's dear silvery hue , The kind sweet smile of old ! Thus in life's evening , from her And had she come , distant home , To save her child ? - E'en so- nor yet in vain ; In that young heart the life sprung up again , And ...
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... grace them , or to crown with health , Our little lot denies ; yet lib'ral still , Heaven gives its counterpoise to every ill , Nor let us murmur at our stinted powers , When kindness , love , and concord may be ours . The gift of ...
... grace them , or to crown with health , Our little lot denies ; yet lib'ral still , Heaven gives its counterpoise to every ill , Nor let us murmur at our stinted powers , When kindness , love , and concord may be ours . The gift of ...
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... grace the poet's hair , Or deck the festal board ; - - A thousand pretty ways we'll find To mock old Winter's starving reign ; We'll bid the violets spring again ; Bid rich poetic roses blow , Peeping above his heaps of snow ; We'll ...
... grace the poet's hair , Or deck the festal board ; - - A thousand pretty ways we'll find To mock old Winter's starving reign ; We'll bid the violets spring again ; Bid rich poetic roses blow , Peeping above his heaps of snow ; We'll ...
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... grace descends to meet the lifted eye ; He reads the language of a silent tear , And sighs are incense from a heart sincere . Such are the vows , the sacrifice I give ; Accept the vow , and bid the suppliant live : From each terrestrial ...
... grace descends to meet the lifted eye ; He reads the language of a silent tear , And sighs are incense from a heart sincere . Such are the vows , the sacrifice I give ; Accept the vow , and bid the suppliant live : From each terrestrial ...
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... grace The mean condition of our mortal race ; And all we need , in this terrestrial spot , Is calm contentment with " the common lot . " ACCOMPLISHMENT . How is it that masters , and science , and art , One spark of intelligence fail to ...
... grace The mean condition of our mortal race ; And all we need , in this terrestrial spot , Is calm contentment with " the common lot . " ACCOMPLISHMENT . How is it that masters , and science , and art , One spark of intelligence fail to ...
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Barry Cornwall beauty Bernard Barton bird blessed bloom blossoms bosom bower breast breath bright brow CAROLINE BOWLES charms cheek child childhood clouds cold dark dear death deep doth dreams earth earthly fade fair fancy father fear feel FELICIA HEMANS flowers fond gaze Genie genius gentle glow gone grace hand happy hath hear heart heaven Hemans holy hope hour Joanna Baillie lady life's light lips literary lonely look lute lyre Mary Howitt Mary Mitford mind mirth Mont Blanc mother muse ne'er neath never night o'er poems poetess poetry prayer pure rest Rienzi rose round shade sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stranger's heart stream sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tone tree twas voice weary weep wild wings woman words young youth
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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 20 - Why had they come to wither there, 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 ? 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.
Página 347 - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to Poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
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 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 164 - I've always felt for you? I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome — will you please to take a slice ? " " Oh, no, no," said the little fly, " kind sir, that cannot be ; I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see.
Página 58 - How the lone paths retrace where thou wert playing So late, along the mountains, at my side ? And I, in joyous pride, By every place of flowers my course delaying Wove, e'en as pearls, the lilies round thy hair, Beholding thee so fair!
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 163 - With soaring up so high ; Will you rest upon my little bed?" Said the Spider to the Fly. " There are pretty curtains drawn around ; The sheets are fine and thin, And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!