Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, Band 7Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart 1850 |
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... Song . By T. BUCHANAN READ , Poet - Martyr , To the Author of . By Lucy — , PLATE S. 102 William Penn . Mezzotint ... Song . By MRS . E. W. TOWNSEND , · Song for Summer . By WILLIAM P. MULCHINOCK , 173 208 Sonnet . By GEORGE H. BOKER ...
... Song . By T. BUCHANAN READ , Poet - Martyr , To the Author of . By Lucy — , PLATE S. 102 William Penn . Mezzotint ... Song . By MRS . E. W. TOWNSEND , · Song for Summer . By WILLIAM P. MULCHINOCK , 173 208 Sonnet . By GEORGE H. BOKER ...
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... song ; But she was not forgotten ; Memory Filled all its tablets with the one loved name ! The passages in books of Poesy They used to study , simple strains of music , And even the odour of a common flower , Quickened his spirit with ...
... song ; But she was not forgotten ; Memory Filled all its tablets with the one loved name ! The passages in books of Poesy They used to study , simple strains of music , And even the odour of a common flower , Quickened his spirit with ...
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... song . It happened to be the old gentleman's seal , and he , with an arch expres- sion of humour , immediately ... songs , and Lily begged that he would make a baby cry up stairs , and an old woman scold below , as he had done on her ...
... song . It happened to be the old gentleman's seal , and he , with an arch expres- sion of humour , immediately ... songs , and Lily begged that he would make a baby cry up stairs , and an old woman scold below , as he had done on her ...
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... song , or even " whistles as he goes , for want of thought , " feels in his whole frame the happy effect of a cheerful spirit . And well , I think , might the suggestion be made , and as a pru- dential maxim , especially to a grave ...
... song , or even " whistles as he goes , for want of thought , " feels in his whole frame the happy effect of a cheerful spirit . And well , I think , might the suggestion be made , and as a pru- dential maxim , especially to a grave ...
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... song- Then life , however short , I'd count as long . " Madman and Idiot " -is it ? dost thou know The man , who labours , eats and drinks , and dies , Seeing no beauty in this world below , Nor in the radiance of the starry skies ...
... song- Then life , however short , I'd count as long . " Madman and Idiot " -is it ? dost thou know The man , who labours , eats and drinks , and dies , Seeing no beauty in this world below , Nor in the radiance of the starry skies ...
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Seite 236 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Seite 238 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Seite 242 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Seite 238 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist...
Seite 226 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring. Or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Seite 239 - Tis less of earth than heaven. Her every tone is music's own, Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words; The coinage of her heart are they, And from her lips each flows As one may see the burden'd bee Forth issue from the rose.
Seite 241 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses ; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home ? Who was her father ? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other...
Seite 242 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Seite 239 - I know, I know I should not see The season's glorious show, Nor would its brightness shine for me, Nor its wild music flow ; But if, around my place of sleep, The friends I love should come to weep, They might not haste to go. Soft airs, and song, and light and bloom Should keep them lingering by my tomb.
Seite 236 - And called her good as fair, For all God ever gave to her She kept with chary care. She kept with care her beauties rare From lovers warm and true, For her heart was cold to all but gold And the rich came not to woo — But honoured well are charms to sell If priests the selling do.