The New-York Book of PoetryCharles Fenno Hoffman G. Dearborn, 1837 - 253 páginas |
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... Death of Ovid , Fears of Death , Fragment , Fragment , Faded Hours , PAGE 10 172 11 27 37 59 71 146 147 149 152 217 229 103 122 191 50 301 204 107 164 238 151 182 241 72 102 134 Forgetfulness , From a Father to his Children , From a ...
... Death of Ovid , Fears of Death , Fragment , Fragment , Faded Hours , PAGE 10 172 11 27 37 59 71 146 147 149 152 217 229 103 122 191 50 301 204 107 164 238 151 182 241 72 102 134 Forgetfulness , From a Father to his Children , From a ...
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... death dries up life's fountains , Thou to her thoughts and prayers may'st still be nigh ; Perhaps thy orphans still for thee are crying , Perhaps thy friends for thy return are sighing , And dream not that upon this little hill The dews ...
... death dries up life's fountains , Thou to her thoughts and prayers may'st still be nigh ; Perhaps thy orphans still for thee are crying , Perhaps thy friends for thy return are sighing , And dream not that upon this little hill The dews ...
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... death or crime , In freshest green , yet mellowing Into the gorgeous Autumn's prime ? Dost thou not see the eternal choir Light on each peak that wooes the sky , Fold their broad wings of golden fire , And string their seraph minstrelsy ...
... death or crime , In freshest green , yet mellowing Into the gorgeous Autumn's prime ? Dost thou not see the eternal choir Light on each peak that wooes the sky , Fold their broad wings of golden fire , And string their seraph minstrelsy ...
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... Death ! with certain pace , Though still unequal , hurrying on , O'erturning , in your awful race , The cot , the palace , and the throne ! Not always in the storm of war , Nor by the pestilence that sweeps From the plague - smitten ...
... Death ! with certain pace , Though still unequal , hurrying on , O'erturning , in your awful race , The cot , the palace , and the throne ! Not always in the storm of war , Nor by the pestilence that sweeps From the plague - smitten ...
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... eternal fame they are- Such are your triumphs , Death and Time . + Jeremy Bentham . * Crabbe . § The Duke of Reichstadt . Adam Clarke . Charles Carroll . TO A LADY WHO DECLARED THAT THE SUN PREVENTED HER 26 THE DEAD OF 1832 .
... eternal fame they are- Such are your triumphs , Death and Time . + Jeremy Bentham . * Crabbe . § The Duke of Reichstadt . Adam Clarke . Charles Carroll . TO A LADY WHO DECLARED THAT THE SUN PREVENTED HER 26 THE DEAD OF 1832 .
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Página 219 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Página 120 - Flag of the seas I on ocean wave Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave; When death, careering on the gale. Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea...
Página 217 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Página 120 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Página 218 - As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So, up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys — and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle...
Página 118 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light...
Página 120 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye. Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given, Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath...
Página 218 - Gave the lustre of midday to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away!...
Página 5 - Its snarling wolf-foe bit the ground, And, with its moaning cry, The beaver sank beneath the wound Its pond-built Venice by.
Página 219 - He was chubby and plump — a right jolly old elf — And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose. And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle. And away they all flew like the down of a thistle; But I heard him exclaim,...