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Amid beam beauty birds blessed blest bloom blossom blue breast breathe bright brow calm cares cease cheek clouds dark death deep deeper doom dreams dust dying earth earthly eternal faded faint fate Father fear feel flowers future gaze given glorious glory glow grief happy hath head heard heaven holy hopes hour human impulse kind knew life's light living look lov'd mortal mountain murmur Nature nature's never night o'er pain pale passing past peace pour'd pure radiant rapture rest rise round sacred scenes secret shade shadowy sigh sight smile SONNET soon sorrow soul spirit spring storm strange suffering sweet taught tears tender thee thine things thou hast thoughts thro thy heart tomb touch trembled trouble trust Twill unto visions voice wandering weep wild wing young youth
Página 35 - At once too proud, too humble to deplore, 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 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 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...
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.
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 26 - 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 1 slumbering still!
Página 41 - Tho' bound with sweet ties to a happy home, With all life's sacred charities around me ; I have been lonely — for my soul had thirst The waters of this world could not assuage : I found them bitter, and I had high dreams, And strange imaginations — yea...
Página 54 - Would seek a refuge in its parent breast ! O Father! in thy mercy shelter me, For I am worn with mortal miseries ; My dark and earth-entangled spirit free, And plume it to ascend its native skies ; With loosen'd wing to thy high rest to soar, And never to desert its mansion more ! Ntu Series — vol.
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.
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. • ' She lov'd and she forgave him — and in dying She ask'da blessing on his future years ; And so she went to sleep ; meekly relying Upon that power which shall efface all tears. Her simple turf the young spring...