Wrinkles: From the Brow of Experience, and Other PoemsJames Woodmansee, 1860 - 179 páginas |
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... play securely with the gale , Whiles lo ! the lofty mountain oak Down falls - smote with the thunder's stroke . RENOWN . WRINKLE I. Renown is , Life's own true sublime , Soul's foot - prints left in sands of Time . II . The sea - shell ...
... play securely with the gale , Whiles lo ! the lofty mountain oak Down falls - smote with the thunder's stroke . RENOWN . WRINKLE I. Renown is , Life's own true sublime , Soul's foot - prints left in sands of Time . II . The sea - shell ...
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... play upon his lip ; From his bliss - brighten'd eyes of ecstacy His full - plumed spirit looks out light of day On bright pavilions of oped Paradise , And shouts aloud these words with his last breath : ' God floodeth down a day of ...
... play upon his lip ; From his bliss - brighten'd eyes of ecstacy His full - plumed spirit looks out light of day On bright pavilions of oped Paradise , And shouts aloud these words with his last breath : ' God floodeth down a day of ...
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... playing with my infant joys , My Mother caught me in her hasty arms And mingled with a - Crowd ! Joy sat sublim'd In every look , and Victory on each lip ; Ah , smiles ! ah , joys ! how soon to fade and die ! And dying - leave the sting ...
... playing with my infant joys , My Mother caught me in her hasty arms And mingled with a - Crowd ! Joy sat sublim'd In every look , and Victory on each lip ; Ah , smiles ! ah , joys ! how soon to fade and die ! And dying - leave the sting ...
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... play Till all the light hours fly fleeting away ! Then down on the hearth I tumble apace And sweetly lay sleeping right jam on my face ! The cricket's chirping song close by my head , Says plainly thus : " This child hath gone to bed ...
... play Till all the light hours fly fleeting away ! Then down on the hearth I tumble apace And sweetly lay sleeping right jam on my face ! The cricket's chirping song close by my head , Says plainly thus : " This child hath gone to bed ...
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... played with the gale , And on a little half - bent arm Dangled her - milking pail . Her white foot was the snowflake's fall , While on to barnyard speeding With childish jollity and glee , For milk and for feeding : - " Hay , hay for ...
... played with the gale , And on a little half - bent arm Dangled her - milking pail . Her white foot was the snowflake's fall , While on to barnyard speeding With childish jollity and glee , For milk and for feeding : - " Hay , hay for ...
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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