The Poets of America: Illustrated by One of Her PaintersJohn Keese S. Colman, 1841 - 284 páginas |
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... Thou hast cursed with the drunken pollution of wine . For this . thou art weighed , and thy balance is light ; And the hand of the Lord hath condemned thee to - night ! Lo , the sentence of wrath that his finger hath wrote ; Lo , the ...
... Thou hast cursed with the drunken pollution of wine . For this . thou art weighed , and thy balance is light ; And the hand of the Lord hath condemned thee to - night ! Lo , the sentence of wrath that his finger hath wrote ; Lo , the ...
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... thou , And life's dark throng of cares and fears Were swift - winged shadows o'er my sunny brow ! Thou blushest from the painter's page , Robed in the mimic tints of art ; But Nature's hand in youth's green age With fairer hues first ...
... thou , And life's dark throng of cares and fears Were swift - winged shadows o'er my sunny brow ! Thou blushest from the painter's page , Robed in the mimic tints of art ; But Nature's hand in youth's green age With fairer hues first ...
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... art ! thy charms decay , Touched by the withered hand of Time ; And hushed the music of that day , When my voice ... thou live and wake the glee That echoed on thy native hill ; And when , loved flower ! I think of thee , My infant feet ...
... art ! thy charms decay , Touched by the withered hand of Time ; And hushed the music of that day , When my voice ... thou live and wake the glee That echoed on thy native hill ; And when , loved flower ! I think of thee , My infant feet ...
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... Thou couldst but bring dark memories to mind Of pageants where she bore a heartless part ; She who shared not her monarch - husband's doom Cared little for her first - born's living tomb . Thou art at rest ! Child of Ambition's martyr ...
... Thou couldst but bring dark memories to mind Of pageants where she bore a heartless part ; She who shared not her monarch - husband's doom Cared little for her first - born's living tomb . Thou art at rest ! Child of Ambition's martyr ...
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Illustrated by One of Her Painters John Keese. 26 NIGHT . Thou art at rest ! The idle sword has worn its sheath away , - The spirit has consumed its bonds of clay , — And they , who with vain tyranny comprest Thy soul's high yearnings ...
Illustrated by One of Her Painters John Keese. 26 NIGHT . Thou art at rest ! The idle sword has worn its sheath away , - The spirit has consumed its bonds of clay , — And they , who with vain tyranny comprest Thy soul's high yearnings ...
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.