Wrinkles: From the Brow of Experience, and Other PoemsJames Woodmansee, 1860 - 179 páginas |
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... dreams by night , an open'd Paradise ! He stands with Meekness , looking love to man , Cloth'd with Humility as with a robè , And ever found close to the cross of Christ ; He's Meekness self reveal'd in human form , Where Christ exalted ...
... dreams by night , an open'd Paradise ! He stands with Meekness , looking love to man , Cloth'd with Humility as with a robè , And ever found close to the cross of Christ ; He's Meekness self reveal'd in human form , Where Christ exalted ...
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... dream is o'er - the spirit free , And I am - Immortality . ON A BABE . O ! happy Babe sleep on From Sin and Sorrow free , - In loving Savior's arms Thy rest is heavenly . EPITAPH . A sinner I , redeemed by Grace , - With Peace and Hope ...
... dream is o'er - the spirit free , And I am - Immortality . ON A BABE . O ! happy Babe sleep on From Sin and Sorrow free , - In loving Savior's arms Thy rest is heavenly . EPITAPH . A sinner I , redeemed by Grace , - With Peace and Hope ...
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... Dreams am I caress'd , In all the fairy forms of Spirits dress'd . Stormy Weather . The flowers are dying- Summer's loves ! The bright hours flying- Cooing doves ! Now Nature pours her tears in showers , Or crowns with snow the barren ...
... Dreams am I caress'd , In all the fairy forms of Spirits dress'd . Stormy Weather . The flowers are dying- Summer's loves ! The bright hours flying- Cooing doves ! Now Nature pours her tears in showers , Or crowns with snow the barren ...
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... Dream ! A meteor's glare , or flying feather , One shoots , one bursts , and - gone forever ! A rainbow on the stormy spray , Or moonbeam at the smile of day , - How like the breath we blow on steel , Or MISCELLANEOUS . 89.
... Dream ! A meteor's glare , or flying feather , One shoots , one bursts , and - gone forever ! A rainbow on the stormy spray , Or moonbeam at the smile of day , - How like the breath we blow on steel , Or MISCELLANEOUS . 89.
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... Dreams ; She rests pavilion'd in the halls of Luz , And sleeps in home of Secrecy and Death . Dread Silence seems - pulse of Existence still'd , A pause in Nature - breath of Being seal'd ; A death - profound in Time's wide solitude ...
... Dreams ; She rests pavilion'd in the halls of Luz , And sleeps in home of Secrecy and Death . Dread Silence seems - pulse of Existence still'd , A pause in Nature - breath of Being seal'd ; A death - profound in Time's wide solitude ...
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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 little heaven 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 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 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 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, 195 Lay floating many a rood...
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