The American Common-place Book of Poetry: With Occasional NotesCarter, Hendee and Babcock, 1831 - 405 sayfa |
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Absalom beams beauty beneath bird blessed bloom blue bosom breast breath breeze bright brow calm CARLOS WILCOX cheek clouds cold dark dead death deep dreams dwell earth eternal fair Father fear feel flowers gathering band gaze gentle gloom glorious glory glow golden sun gone grave green grief Hadad hath hear heart heaven Helon hills holy hour land leaves light lips living lonely look lyre morning mountain mournful Nath neath night o'er old oaken bucket orbs pale peace praise prayer pure rest roll round Rudbari scene shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars storm stream sublime sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought thundering bands tomb tread trees Twas Twill vale voice wake waves waves dance weary weep wild winds wings woods youth
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Sayfa 53 - Thou'rt gone; the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He, who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. The Constancy of
Sayfa 133 - Earth and her waters, and the depths of air— Comes a still voice—Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course. Nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Sayfa 190 - Woodworth. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wild wood, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell; The cot of my father, the
Sayfa 92 - setting day In humble, grateful prayer. I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear, And all His promises to plead, Where none but God can hear. I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore, And all my sighs and sorrows cast On him whom I adore. I love by faith to take a view
Sayfa 92 - There, if Thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, O, with what peace, and joy, and love. She communes with her God. " There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary Jays, Nor asks a witness
Sayfa 384 - O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of prophet bards was strung, To Thee, at last, in every clime, Shall temples rise, and praise be sung. The Sleeper.—Commercial Advertiser. Few blossoms then had of the year been born; The fresh winds whispered to the unfolding flower, It was the spring-time in its earliest hour:
Sayfa 92 - calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree, And seem by Thy sweet bounty made For those who follow Thee. " There, if Thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, O, with what peace, and joy, and love. She communes with her God. " There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary
Sayfa 215 - glory,—sabres rise and fall, Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall! There shall thy victor-glances glow, And cowering foes shall sink beneath Each gallant arm that strikes below That lovely messenger of death. When death, careering on the gale, Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frightened waves rush wildly back, Before the broad-side's reeling rack;
Sayfa 57 - Rest thee—there is no prouder grave, We tell thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's— One of the few, the immortal names, Even in her own proud clime. That were not born to die.