Poems,Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1820 - 66 páginas |
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Almighty Amid ANGEL-MINDED ART thou aw'd beam beauty birds blessed blest bloom blossom blue blue heaven bosom breast breath'd bright brow calm celestial cheek clouds dark deep doom dreams Dunston earth earthly eternal extasy faded faint FAMILY CIRCLE fate fate's feel flowers form'd gaze glorious glory glow grief hallow'd happy hath heart throbb'd heaven holy hopes hour human Immortality impulse knew life's living LLANBERIS PASS lonely lov'd mortal murmur musings nature's night o'er pale peace pour'd my soul pure purer radiant rapture rest round sacred seem'd shade shadowy shone shrine sigh sight slumber smil❜d smile soften'd solitude SONNET sorrow spirit STANZAS stings storm strange sublime sweet tears tempests tender thee Thou art thou hast stamp'd thoughts thro thy heart thy mercy tomb trembled trust Twill breathe unto vanish'd visions voice was hush'd wandering wearied weep wept wild young
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Página 35 - She bow'd her head in quietness : — she knew Her blighted prospects could revive no more ; Yet was she calm, for she had heaven in view.
Página 34 - All undisguis'd in its young tenderness ; And, smiling, saw that he and only he, Had power at once to wound it, or to bless. ' She gave to him her innocent affection, And the warm feelings of her guileless breast; And from the storms of life she sought protection, In his dear love, her home of earthly rest...
Página 19 - WEEP not, tho' lonely and wild be thy path, And the storms may be gathering round ; There is one who can shield from the hurricane's wrath, And that one may for ever be found. He is with thee, around thee, He lists to thy cry. And thy tears are recorded by Him— A pillar of fire He will be to thine eye, Whose brightness no shadow can dim.
Página 41 - I liv'd Amid my own creations ; and a world Of many hopes and raptures was within me, Such as I could not tell of; for I knew Such feelings could not bear a sympathy ; They were too sacred to admit communion, Too blest to need it — to the fields and woods Did my heart's...
Página 20 - When the mists of this world are all yanish'd away, In its brightness it still will remain. And weep not that none are around thee to love, For a Father is with thee to bless; And if griefs have exalted thy spirit above...
Página 34 - You would have deem'd that he had been forgot,, Or thought her bosom callous to the stroke : But on her cheek there was one hectic spot, 'Twas little, —but it told her heart was broke. ' And deeper and more deep the painful flush Daily became ; yet all distress seem'd o'er, Save when the life-blood gave a sudden rush, Then " trembled into silence as before.
Página 42 - Such feelings could not bear a sympathy ; They were too sacred to admit communion, Too blest to need it — to the fields and woods Did my heart's fulness pour them ; solitude Was the expansion of my secret visions, When I could ask my soul to tell me all, And many a bright and blessed reverie Hath cheer'd my wanderings; I have heard sweet music In my own thoughts ; mysterious harmonies, Felt, but not understood ; vague, happy musings, And shadowy sketches of my future fate, In young and glowing...
Página 26 - Oh, rouse thee ! rouse thee ! the precious time Is fleeting fast— and merrily chime The morning bells ; and the beautiful view Thy touch should arrest is fading too ! The glow of the cloud is darkening fast, And the sunny mist is almost past; And thy lyre is lying all unstrung; And thy matin hymn is still unsung; And thy lip is mute, and thy knee unbending, Nor is yet the sweet prayer to heaven ascending. What ! slumbering still ! Arise, arise ! For thy lively dreams are fantasies, And mock thy...
Página 54 - How oft beneath his blest and healing wings He would have gather'd me, and I would not ! Like a weak bird, all heedless of my lot ; Perverse and idle in my wanderings. Now my soul would return, and trembling brings Her wearied pinion to its wonted rest ; And faint with its short flights and fluttering?
Página 20 - And weep not that none arc around thce to love, For a Father is with thee to bless; And if griefs have exalted thy spirit above, Oh say, wouldst thou wish for one less ? He is with thee, whose favour for ever is life, Could a mortal heart guard thee so well ? Oh! hush the vain wish, calm thy bosom's wild strife, And forbid but a thought to rebel.