Trifles in Verse: A Collection of Fugitive PoemsRobinson and Jones, 1845 - 184 Seiten |
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... rest not , day nor night , to tune their harps : TO HIM that loved and washed them from their sins ; To HIM that made them kings and priests to God ; To HIM that sitteth on the throne - to HIM Be honour , blessing , glory , might and ...
... rest not , day nor night , to tune their harps : TO HIM that loved and washed them from their sins ; To HIM that made them kings and priests to God ; To HIM that sitteth on the throne - to HIM Be honour , blessing , glory , might and ...
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... rest , To that quiet and peaceful home , In the high abode of the holy bless'd , Where sorrow may never come ! Where sighing and tears are done— Where labour and toil are o'er- Where sickness and pain and ills are none , And where Death ...
... rest , To that quiet and peaceful home , In the high abode of the holy bless'd , Where sorrow may never come ! Where sighing and tears are done— Where labour and toil are o'er- Where sickness and pain and ills are none , And where Death ...
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... rest of Heaven ! Oh God ! I deemed that one so fair , So young , so lovely , could not die ! I thought not ever Death would dare On such as her to cast his eye ! But , gazing on a Seraph here , Forgot that this was not her sphere ! She ...
... rest of Heaven ! Oh God ! I deemed that one so fair , So young , so lovely , could not die ! I thought not ever Death would dare On such as her to cast his eye ! But , gazing on a Seraph here , Forgot that this was not her sphere ! She ...
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... rest ' neath the wild - wood flowers ; And where , on each tree - top's leafy limb , Sweet birds might carol my requiem , — Oh ! there would I die ! I would die in the free and open air , With nature around me all fresh and fair ; Where ...
... rest ' neath the wild - wood flowers ; And where , on each tree - top's leafy limb , Sweet birds might carol my requiem , — Oh ! there would I die ! I would die in the free and open air , With nature around me all fresh and fair ; Where ...
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... rest : Vain now their efforts to beguile , No farther would I seek to roam ; Since , in the sunshine of your smile , My houseless heart hath built its home ! In troops of followers and friends There have been those who made their boast ...
... rest : Vain now their efforts to beguile , No farther would I seek to roam ; Since , in the sunshine of your smile , My houseless heart hath built its home ! In troops of followers and friends There have been those who made their boast ...
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angel beautiful beneath the sky birth BIRTH-DAY bless bless'd bliss blue boast breathe bright brow calm Carthage charm Cherish Conoquenessing dear death doth dream dust dust to dust e'en earth fair fairer fairest fairy faithful fancy feel flowers France Freedom and Fame gaze gentle girls we love glory grace grief hair happy days hath heart Heaven holy KATE kings lady land life's light lone love my love Love's Macedon maiden MARY MARY'S LOVE MERRY OLD ENGLAND moon by night moonstruck mortal Mother's native ne'er Neath never night o'er Olden Memories once Path perchance praise pride pure QUAKERESS Queen QUEEN VICTORIA roam seek shines skies smile song sooth sorrow soul spirit sunny sweet tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne thy steps truth twas vows weary ween wild Woman's Sphere young youth Zelienople
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Seite 115 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Seite 94 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Seite 42 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly...
Seite 49 - His storm and wind shook thy soul with pious awe, — there are thy affections, there is thy country. Where the first human eye bent lovingly over thy cradle, where thy mother first bore thee joyfully on her bosom, where thy father engraved the words of wisdom on thy heart, — there are thy affections...
Seite 97 - You lie, in faith, for you are called plain Kate, And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst ; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of...
Seite 55 - For the high ones and powerful shall come To do you reverence; and the beautiful Will know the purer language of your brow, And read it like a talisman of love!
Seite 13 - Like the dim traditions, hoary, Of our loved and native clime; Like some half-forgotten story, Read or heard in olden time ; Like the fresh'ning dew of even To the parched and drooping flower ; Like the peaceful thoughts of Heaven In life's tempest-stricken hour ; Like the cadence of a song, — Yet, oh, sweeter far than these, Are the thoughts that round us throng With those
Seite 15 - Oh ! then, sweeter than perfume Borne on aromatic breeze, To the softened spirit come Those dear Olden Memories ! In our days of mirth and gladness, We may spurn their faint control, But they come, in hours of sadness, Like sweet music to the soul ; And in sorrow, o'er us stealing With their gentleness and calm, They are leaves of precious healing, They are fruits of choicest balm. Ever till, when life departs, Death from dross the spirit frees, Cherish, in thine heart of hearts, All thine Olden...
Seite 181 - Why should the memories of the dead Be ever those of gloom and sadness ? — Why should their dwellings not be made "Mid scenes of light, and life, and gladness ? Here let the young and gay repair, And in this scene of light and beauty, Gather from earth, and sky, and air, Lessons of life, and love, and duty...
Seite 164 - Gone ! — the companion of her mirth and sadness, The friend and playmate of her childish years ; Life, in thy absence, loseth half its gladness, And this deep darkness doubly dark appears : The long, long day is more than night without thee — Thrice welcome night ! for all sweet dreams about thee ! Come home, sweet sister ! Ah, how much I miss thee — All thy kind shielding from life's rude alarms — From day's first dawn, when erst I sprang to kiss thee, Till night still found me nestling...