The Poems of John C. Langston, A.B. ...

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E. J. Hale & Son, 1880 - 192 Seiten

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Seite i - And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit, in these degenerate times of shame, To catch the heart or strike for honest fame...
Seite 37 - 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...
Seite 121 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
Seite 134 - Nor did woman — oh woman ! whose form and whose soul Are the spell and the light of each path we pursue ! Whether sunn'd in the tropics or chill'd at the pole, If woman be there, there is happiness too ! Nor did she her enamouring magic deny, That magic.
Seite 11 - We'll dive where the gardens of coral lie darkling, And plant all the rosiest stems at thy head ; We'll seek where the sands of the Caspian are sparkling, And gather their gold to strew over thy bed. Farewell — farewell — until Pity's sweet fountain Is lost in the hearts of the fair and the brave, They'll weep for the Chieftain who died on that mountain, They'll weep for the Maiden who sleeps in this wave. The...
Seite 89 - Love, hope, and joy, fair pleasure's smiling train, Hate, fear, and grief, the family of pain...
Seite 62 - But sweeter still than this, than these, than all, Is first and passionate love — it stands alone, Like Adam's recollection of his fall...
Seite 39 - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.
Seite 31 - Though varying wishes, hopes, and fears, Fever'd the progress of these years, Yet now, days, weeks, and months but seem The recollection of a dream, So still we glide down to the sed Of fathomless eternity.

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