The Prose and Poetry of Europe and America: Consisting of Literary Gems and Curiosities, and Containing the Choice and Beautiful Productions of Many of the Most Popular Writers of the Past and Present Age ...Leavitt & Allen, 1845 - 600 páginas |
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... sigh , yet feel no pain . 419 The Meeting of the Ships . 406 Spirit of joy . 419 Say , what shall we Dance ? 406 When Leila touched the Lute . 420 Hush , Hush ! 406 Boat Glee . 420 The Evening Gun . 406 Oh think , when a Hero is sighing ...
... sigh , yet feel no pain . 419 The Meeting of the Ships . 406 Spirit of joy . 419 Say , what shall we Dance ? 406 When Leila touched the Lute . 420 Hush , Hush ! 406 Boat Glee . 420 The Evening Gun . 406 Oh think , when a Hero is sighing ...
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... sigh , We sometimes give to forms that pass us by In the world's crowd , too lovely to remain , Creatures of light we never see again ! Around the white necks of the nymphs who danced Hung carcanets of orient gems , that glanced More ...
... sigh , We sometimes give to forms that pass us by In the world's crowd , too lovely to remain , Creatures of light we never see again ! Around the white necks of the nymphs who danced Hung carcanets of orient gems , that glanced More ...
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... sigh of that vanishing soul , As true as e'er warm'd a woman's breast- " Sleep on , in visions of odour rest , " In balmier airs than ever yet stirr'd " Th ' enchanted pile of that lonely bird , " Who sings at the last his own death ...
... sigh of that vanishing soul , As true as e'er warm'd a woman's breast- " Sleep on , in visions of odour rest , " In balmier airs than ever yet stirr'd " Th ' enchanted pile of that lonely bird , " Who sings at the last his own death ...
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... sigh ; — My feast is now of the Tooba Tree , t " Whose scent is the breath of Eternity ! " Farewell , ye vanishing flowers , that shone " In my fairy wreath , so bright and brief ; - " Oh ! what are the brightest that e'er have blown ...
... sigh ; — My feast is now of the Tooba Tree , t " Whose scent is the breath of Eternity ! " Farewell , ye vanishing flowers , that shone " In my fairy wreath , so bright and brief ; - " Oh ! what are the brightest that e'er have blown ...
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... sighs Its soul , like her , in the shade . The dream of a future , happier hour , That alights on misery's brow ... sigh at thy feet again . For mine is the lay that lightly floats , And mine are the murm'ring , dying notes , That ...
... sighs Its soul , like her , in the shade . The dream of a future , happier hour , That alights on misery's brow ... sigh at thy feet again . For mine is the lay that lightly floats , And mine are the murm'ring , dying notes , That ...
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Página 312 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Página 347 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Página 312 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Página 314 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Página 313 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Página 313 - While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired...
Página 314 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry fagot from the thorn, , To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain...
Página 346 - It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me : In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Página 313 - SWEET AUBURN! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Página 314 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.