The Poets of America: Illustrated by One of Her PaintersJohn Keese S. Colman, 1841 - 284 páginas |
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... heart that laughs at care , They are found in the throng Of the dance and song , And the monarch's feast to share . What ho , what ho , the goblet ! It hath held the holy wine ; And prophets of old Have blessed the gold , And the gods ...
... heart that laughs at care , They are found in the throng Of the dance and song , And the monarch's feast to share . What ho , what ho , the goblet ! It hath held the holy wine ; And prophets of old Have blessed the gold , And the gods ...
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... 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 darker nights a day . TO THE PAINTED COLUMBINE . BY JONES VERY . BRIGHT PINKNEY.
... 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 darker nights a day . TO THE PAINTED COLUMBINE . BY JONES VERY . BRIGHT PINKNEY.
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... heart . The morning's blush , she made it thine , The morn's sweet breath , she gave it thee , And in thy look , my Columbine ! Each fond - remembered spot she bade me see . I see the hill's far - gazing head , Where gay thou noddest in ...
... heart . The morning's blush , she made it thine , The morn's sweet breath , she gave it thee , And in thy look , my Columbine ! Each fond - remembered spot she bade me see . I see the hill's far - gazing head , Where gay thou noddest in ...
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... heart of glee . O'er the dark rock the dashing brook , With look of anger , leaps again , And , hastening to each flowery nook , Its distant voice is heard far down the glen . Fair child of art ! thy charms decay , Touched by the ...
... heart of glee . O'er the dark rock the dashing brook , With look of anger , leaps again , And , hastening to each flowery nook , Its distant voice is heard far down the glen . Fair child of art ! thy charms decay , Touched by the ...
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... who first gave , and should have watched thy life , Trebling a mother's tenderness for thee , Despoiled heir of empire ? On her breast Did thy young head repose in its unrest ? THE DEATH OF REICHSTADT . No ! round her heart.
... who first gave , and should have watched thy life , Trebling a mother's tenderness for thee , Despoiled heir of empire ? On her breast Did thy young head repose in its unrest ? THE DEATH OF REICHSTADT . No ! round her heart.
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.