Select PoemsE. C. & J. Biddle, 1845 - 338 páginas |
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... , How sweetly would it swell the angel's song . Lend me that harp . " Then burst a shuddering sob , As if the bosom by some hidden sword Was cleft in twain . Morn came . A blight had found The crimson velvet 3 27 The Cheerful Giver.
... , How sweetly would it swell the angel's song . Lend me that harp . " Then burst a shuddering sob , As if the bosom by some hidden sword Was cleft in twain . Morn came . A blight had found The crimson velvet 3 27 The Cheerful Giver.
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... Of the zephyr's kiss , and the scented vale : Ye are charm'd ! ye are charm'd ! and your fragrant sigh Is health to the bosom on which ye die . DEATH OF AN INFANT . * And dash'd it out 29 Wild Flowers Gathered for a Sick Friend -
... Of the zephyr's kiss , and the scented vale : Ye are charm'd ! ye are charm'd ! and your fragrant sigh Is health to the bosom on which ye die . DEATH OF AN INFANT . * And dash'd it out 29 Wild Flowers Gathered for a Sick Friend -
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... bosom shows The mournful symptoms of a wan disease . I will not stay to see thy beauties fade . -Still must I bear away within my heart Thy lesson of our own mortality , The fearful withering of each blossom'd bough On which we lean ...
... bosom shows The mournful symptoms of a wan disease . I will not stay to see thy beauties fade . -Still must I bear away within my heart Thy lesson of our own mortality , The fearful withering of each blossom'd bough On which we lean ...
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... their quiet vessel dwelt secure . And so the mighty waters bare them up , And o'er the bosom of the deep they sailed For many days . But then a gentle dove ' Scaped from the casement of the ark , and 44 The Ark and Dove.
... their quiet vessel dwelt secure . And so the mighty waters bare them up , And o'er the bosom of the deep they sailed For many days . But then a gentle dove ' Scaped from the casement of the ark , and 44 The Ark and Dove.
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... Fame bade her clarion roll ; - - But yet his sceptre seemed to blight The freedom of the soul . And deep within his bosom lay The poison'd shaft of care , Nor ermined pomp , nor regal sway Forbade its rankling 72 Nature's Royalty.
... Fame bade her clarion roll ; - - But yet his sceptre seemed to blight The freedom of the soul . And deep within his bosom lay The poison'd shaft of care , Nor ermined pomp , nor regal sway Forbade its rankling 72 Nature's Royalty.
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amid angel angel's song arms art thou babe baptism beauty bless blest bloom bold bosom breast breath bright brow celestial sphere cheek cheerful cold cradle dark dead dear death deep didst dost doth dream drest earth eternal fade fair faith fear flowers fond gathered glorious grave hand Hast thou hath heart Heaven Heaven's gate hoarse holy hope Hopia hour infant lisping lone lyre meek Methinks midnight midnight hour MOHEGAN morn mother mournful muse neath o'er pale Perchance pomp praise prayer pride proud pure rest robe rose round Saviour's scroll seraph silent sire sleep smile song sorrow soul spake spirit spread strong sublime sweet swell tear tempest tender thee thine thou hast thought throne toil tomb tone tread trembling Twas twill vale voice wave weary wild wing wintry young Zarephath
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Página 70 - DEEP Solitude I sought. There was a dell Where woven shades shut out the eye of day, While, towering near, the rugged mountains made Dark back-ground 'gainst the sky. Thither I went, And bade my spirit taste that lonely fount, For which it long had thirsted 'mid the strife And fever of the world.
Página 243 - With blessings on thy head; Fresh roses in thy hand, Buds on thy pillow laid, Haste from this fearful land, Where flowers so quickly fade.
Página 65 - Twas even so. Thy heart was with the halls Of thy nativity. Their sparkling lights, Carpets, and sofas, and admiring guests, Befit thee better than these rugged walls Of shapeless logs, and this lone hermit home.
Página 265 - Ye build — ye build — but ye enter not in, Like the tribes whom the desert devoured in their sin : From the land of promise ye fade and die, Ere its verdure gleams forth on your weary eye ; As the kings of the cloud-crowned pyramid, Their noteless bones in oblivion hid, Ye slumber unmarked 'mid the desolate main, While the wonder and pride of your works remain.
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