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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... hast been what words may never tell Unto thy mother's bosom , since the days When thou wert pillowed there , and wont to raise In sudden laughter thence thy loving eye That still sought mine : : - these moments are gone by ; Thou too ...
... hast been what words may never tell Unto thy mother's bosom , since the days When thou wert pillowed there , and wont to raise In sudden laughter thence thy loving eye That still sought mine : : - these moments are gone by ; Thou too ...
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... hast burst their sleep ! Amidst the hollows of the rocks their fall Makes melody , and in the forest deep , Where sudden sparkles and blue gleams betray Their windings to the day . And flowers- - the fairy - peopled world of flowers ...
... hast burst their sleep ! Amidst the hollows of the rocks their fall Makes melody , and in the forest deep , Where sudden sparkles and blue gleams betray Their windings to the day . And flowers- - the fairy - peopled world of flowers ...
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... hast green laurel - leaves that twine Into so proud a wreath For that resplendent gift of thine , Heroes have smiled in death . Give me from some kind hand a flower , The record of one happy hour . Thou hast a voice , whose thrilling ...
... hast green laurel - leaves that twine Into so proud a wreath For that resplendent gift of thine , Heroes have smiled in death . Give me from some kind hand a flower , The record of one happy hour . Thou hast a voice , whose thrilling ...
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... Hast thou been true to thy early love ? " Whisper'd my native streams ; " Doth the spirit rear'd amidst hill and grove , Still revere its first high dreams ? " " Hast thou borne in thy bosom the holy prayer Of the child in his parent ...
... Hast thou been true to thy early love ? " Whisper'd my native streams ; " Doth the spirit rear'd amidst hill and grove , Still revere its first high dreams ? " " Hast thou borne in thy bosom the holy prayer Of the child in his parent ...
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... Hast thou kept thy faith with the faithful dead , Whose place of rest is nigh ? With the father's blessing o'er thee shed With the mother's trusting eye ? " Then my tears gushed forth in sudden rain , As I answer'd — “ O ye shades ! - I ...
... Hast thou kept thy faith with the faithful dead , Whose place of rest is nigh ? With the father's blessing o'er thee shed With the mother's trusting eye ? " Then my tears gushed forth in sudden rain , As I answer'd — “ O ye shades ! - I ...
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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!