Poems and Prose WritingsSalem Press publishing and printing Company, 1890 - 432 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Angel's Song Angels autumn beams beauty bend beneath birds blissful images bloom blossoms blue breath bright bright leaves bring cheer child childhood cling clouds cold dark Death doth dream e'en earth Earth's children earthly empty nest evermore eyes face fade feet fingers flowers foreign band friends Frost King gaze glow gold golden grass green grief hand happy harvest band hath heart heaven hill hopes land leaves life's light live look memory Nature's neath never night o'er pass peace poor prayer rest rosy round shadows shore sing skies sleep sleeping beauty wake smile snow soft song sorrow soul spirit spread Spring stars summer sunshine sweet tears tell thee Thou thoughts toil tread trees twas Twill unknown shore unseen unto voice walk warm waves weary wind winter
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Página 354 - The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Página 418 - I'll clamber o'er this style so high, And you climb after me." But having climb'd unto the top, She could no further go, But sate, to every passer by A spectacle and show : Who said " Your spouse and you this day Both show your horsemanship, And if you stay till he comes back, Your horse will need no whip.
Página 372 - God might have made the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak tree and the cedar tree, Without a flower at all.
Página 150 - For if I should (said he) Bestow this jewel also on my creature, He would adore my gifts instead of me, And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature : So both should losers be. Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness : Let him be rich and weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast.
Página 6 - Might verse of mine inspire One virtuous aim, one high resolve impart, Light in one drooping soul a hallowed fire Or bind one broken heart : Death would be sweeter then, More calm my slumber, 'neath the silent sod Might I thus live to bless my fellow-men, Or glorify my GOD.
Página 130 - WOULD you be young again ? So would not I — One tear to memory given, Onward I'd hie. Life's dark flood forded o'er, All but at rest on shore, Say, would you plunge once more, With home so nigh ? If you might, would you now Retrace your way ? Wander through thorny wilds, Faint and astray?
Página 5 - I want not vulgar fame, I seek not to survive in brass or stone ; Hearts may not kindle when they hear my name, Nor tears my value own. But might I leave behind Some blessing for my fellows, some fair trust To guide, to cheer, to elevate my kind, When I was in the dust. Within my narrow bed Might I not wholly mute or useless be, But hope that they who trampled o'er my head Drew still some good from me ! Death would be sweeter then, More calm my slumber 'neath the silent sod, Might I thus live to...
Página 387 - Where do you come from, and where are you going ?" " The first question I can answer," said Horse Shoe, " and that is, from Old Virginny, a fortnight ago, but, to-night, from a tolerable snug lodging, where some onmannerly fellows troubled our sleep. But as to where we're going, it's more likely you can tell that for us.
Página 362 - SAD Mayflower ! watched by winter stars, And nursed by winter gales, With petals of the sleeted spars, And leaves of frozen sails ! What had she in those dreary hours, Within her ice-rimmed bay, In common with the wild-wood flowers, The first sweet smiles of May ? Yet,
Página i - ... earth, The nine fair daughters of Almighty Jove, Who all the passage dark to death from birth Lead wandering souls with their bright beams of love. Through cares of mortal life, through pain and woe, The tender solace of their counsel saves ; The healing secrets of their songs forego Despair ; and when we tremble at the waves Of life's wild sea of murk incertitude, Their gentle touch upon the helm is pressed, Their hand points out the beacon-star of good, Where we shall make our harbor, and have...