The Poets of America: Illustrated by One of Her PaintersJohn Keese S. Colman, 1841 - 284 páginas |
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... give a child like me , The myriad - handed labors of the day , Too many for my closing eyes to see , Thy words too frequent for my tongue to say ; Yet when thou seest me burthened by thy love , Each other gift more lovely then appears ...
... give a child like me , The myriad - handed labors of the day , Too many for my closing eyes to see , Thy words too frequent for my tongue to say ; Yet when thou seest me burthened by thy love , Each other gift more lovely then appears ...
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... monarchs have to darkness fled , And ruin bounds their mad career . The grandeur of this earthly round , Where folly would for ever stay , Is but a name , is but a sound- Mere emptiness and vanity . 29 30 TO AN OLD MAN . Give me the stars.
... monarchs have to darkness fled , And ruin bounds their mad career . The grandeur of this earthly round , Where folly would for ever stay , Is but a name , is but a sound- Mere emptiness and vanity . 29 30 TO AN OLD MAN . Give me the stars.
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... give me the skies , Give me the heavens ' remotest sphere , Above these gloomy scenes to rise Of desolation and despair . Those native fires , that warmed the mind , Now languid grown , too dimly glow ; Joy has to grief the heart ...
... give me the skies , Give me the heavens ' remotest sphere , Above these gloomy scenes to rise Of desolation and despair . Those native fires , that warmed the mind , Now languid grown , too dimly glow ; Joy has to grief the heart ...
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... give , To teach me by the withered past , for better hopes to live . And though to warn of future wo , or whisper future bliss , One comes not from the spirit world , a witness unto this , Yet from memorials of his dust , ' tis ...
... give , To teach me by the withered past , for better hopes to live . And though to warn of future wo , or whisper future bliss , One comes not from the spirit world , a witness unto this , Yet from memorials of his dust , ' tis ...
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... give the encumbered spirit wings , Its range shall be extended ; it shall roam , Perchance , amongst those vast mysterious spheres , Shall pass from orb to orb , and dwell in each Familiar with its children - learn their laws , And ...
... give the encumbered spirit wings , Its range shall be extended ; it shall roam , Perchance , amongst those vast mysterious spheres , Shall pass from orb to orb , and dwell in each Familiar with its children - learn their laws , And ...
Términos y frases comunes
ALBERT PIKE autumn beam beauty beneath bird blest bloom blossoms bowers breast breath bright brow Bunker Hill Monument CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN chimes clouds dark deep dost dreams earth eternal FELICIA HEMANS FITZ-GREENE HALLECK flash flowers FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD friends gaze gentle gleam glorious glory golden golden air grave green HADAD HAMPTON BEACH hath hear heart heaven hills hour hues leaf leaves life's light lone look melody mighty morning mother mountain mournful murmur night NORTH BURIAL GROUND o'er pale passed rest roar rock roll round shade shadows shine shore sing skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream summer sweet swells tears thee thine Thou art throne tone tree twilight URSA MAJOR vale voice WASHINGTON ALLSTON waves weary wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT winds wings woods
Pasajes populares
Página 35 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor.
Página 35 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Página 37 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Página 35 - Week in. week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Página 20 - A sister to the night !— Sleep not ! — thine image wakes for aye Within my watching breast: Sleep not! — from her soft sleep should fly, Who robs all hearts of rest. Nay, lady, from thy slumbers break, And make this darkness gay With looks, whose brightness well might make Of...
Página 95 - THE BELEAGUERED CITY. I HAVE read, in some old marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead.
Página 212 - DOST thou idly ask to hear At what gentle seasons Nymphs relent, when lovers near Press the tenderest reasons ? Ah, they give their faith too oft To the careless wooer ; Maidens' hearts are always soft : Would that men's were truer!
Página 201 - But where are the sisters who hastened to greet The lowly Redeemer, and sit at his feet? I tread where the TWELVE in their wayfaring trod ; I stand where they stood with the CHOSEN OF GOD, — Where his blessing was heard and his lessons were taught, Where the blind were restored and the healing was wrought.
Página 192 - The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee, the fir tree, the pine tree, and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary; and I will make the place of my feet glorious.
Página 154 - Would I could send my spirit o'er the deep, Would I could wing it like a bird to thee, To commune with thy thoughts, to fill thy sleep With these unwearying words of melody, Brother, come home.