The Poems, Odes, Songs, and Other Metrical EffusionsAbraham Asten and Matthias Lopez, 1818 - 288 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 35
Página 16
... dear to me . But ah ! there's a flower which , tho ' teeming with nectar , Beneath its fair aspect screen's Misery's dart , So artfully veil'd that it mocks a detecter , Till press'd to the bosom it pierces the heart . But still to a ...
... dear to me . But ah ! there's a flower which , tho ' teeming with nectar , Beneath its fair aspect screen's Misery's dart , So artfully veil'd that it mocks a detecter , Till press'd to the bosom it pierces the heart . But still to a ...
Página 24
... dear country receding , And bade it adieu in a tone of despair . " O region of happiness , freedom and peace ! Columbia , adieu ! not for Edwin you smile , For soon with his sorrows existence must cease , For rent is the heart of poor ...
... dear country receding , And bade it adieu in a tone of despair . " O region of happiness , freedom and peace ! Columbia , adieu ! not for Edwin you smile , For soon with his sorrows existence must cease , For rent is the heart of poor ...
Página 45
... dear Jane— Whose health - flushing visage and soul - beaming eye , Aurora but mimics in vain- Good Morning . Thy presence to me is the dawning of light , And pleasure illumines my breast ; But , ah ! in thy absence morn changes to night ...
... dear Jane— Whose health - flushing visage and soul - beaming eye , Aurora but mimics in vain- Good Morning . Thy presence to me is the dawning of light , And pleasure illumines my breast ; But , ah ! in thy absence morn changes to night ...
Página 50
... dear Mary , or you might have seen , How the poor steeds that whirl'd us down from B- Were lash'd and urged along , with slackened rein , Or check'd and shorten'd when they ran too free . So I , my girl , though ( Heaven be praised ) no ...
... dear Mary , or you might have seen , How the poor steeds that whirl'd us down from B- Were lash'd and urged along , with slackened rein , Or check'd and shorten'd when they ran too free . So I , my girl , though ( Heaven be praised ) no ...
Página 51
... , Blest with your smiles , and friendship's tenderest tie , Yet , Jehu - like , she drives me to despair- Adieu , dear girl ! for I again must fly . " The Sigh -- addressed to Miss M. H. THE SIGH. Amatory . 51 WOODWORTH'S .
... , Blest with your smiles , and friendship's tenderest tie , Yet , Jehu - like , she drives me to despair- Adieu , dear girl ! for I again must fly . " The Sigh -- addressed to Miss M. H. THE SIGH. Amatory . 51 WOODWORTH'S .
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
The Poems, Odes, Songs, and Other Metrical Effusions Samuel Woodworth Sin vista previa disponible - 2009 |
The Poems, Odes, Songs, and Other Metrical Effusions (Classic Reprint) Samuel Woodworth Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
Términos y frases comunes
adieu American Independence arise Bagatelle banner bards beauty beneath bless blest bliss Blue Laws blushing bosom breast breath bright Celebration of American charms Columbia's Connecticut Danvers dare dear death delight despair doom'd Eagle earth Eliza fair fame fate fathers FAUST fire flame Freedom's natal morn freemen friends gain'd gallant Constitution Genius glory glow golden blaze grace grief Hail the gallant happy heart Heaven Hope humble huzza infant Jehovah kiss Liberty's lyre Miriam's Song Monody muse ne'er never New-Haven New-Year Address New-York News-Carrier's Address numbers o'er Odes patriot Patrons peace pleasure poem praise prize Quarter-Day-or the Horrors rapture rise round SAMUEL WOODWORTH scene Selim sigh sing skies smile smiling band song sons of Freedom sorrow soul strain sweet swell taste tear temple thee Theosophy thou thunder truth Twas tyrants unfurl'd Victory wake wretch yield youth Zorayda
Pasajes populares
Página 279 - Wherewith shall I come before the Lord, And bow myself before the high God ? Shall I come before him with burnt offerings, With calves of a year old ? Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams, Or with ten thousands of rivers of oil ? Shall I give my firstborn for my transgression, The fruit of my body for the sin of my soul...
Página 270 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Página 275 - Who only hath immortality, dwelling in the light which no man can approach unto ; whom no man hath seen, nor can see : to whom be honour and power everlasting.
Página 276 - The Lord looked down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there were any that did understand, and seek God. They are all gone aside, they are all together become filthy: there is none that doeth good, no, not one.
Página 277 - Unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given, and the government shall be upon his. shoulders, and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the mighty God, the everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.
Página 274 - And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Página 275 - If ye had known me, ye should have known my Father also, and from henceforth ye know him and have seen him. . Philip saith unto him, Lord, show us the Father, and it sufficeth us. Jesus saith unto him, Have I been so long time with you, and yet hast thou not known me, Philip? He that hath seen me hath seen the Father; and how sayest thou then, Shew us the Father?
Página 275 - And he said, Thou canst not see my face : for there shall no man see me, and live.
Página 186 - air^drawn dagger " nigh ; And so the prince of Denmark stared, When first his father's ghost appeared. At length our hero silence broke, .And thus in wildest accents spoke : "Cut off my whiskers ! O ye gods ! I'd sooner lose my ears, by odds ; THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH.
Página 204 - He lingered ibr some time; till, at last, he called me, one day, and, gazing on me, while a faint smile played upon his lips he said, ' He believed death was more kind than his creditors.