PoemsHurd and Houghton, 1867 - 226 páginas |
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angel-wing angels art thou Autumn rain beams beatific vision beauty behold Bid shades bird birth blessed bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow celestial celestial spheres charms cloud crystal river darkness death deep didst divine dost doth dream earth eternal evermore fair farthest shore feel final doom flowers Genius give glad glory hast hath hear heart human immortal inspire life's light living look and smile Love's lyre mighty heart mind mysterious Nature Nature's night o'er ODE ON HEAVEN Poesy poet's pure QUAKERESS radiant rise sacred scene seems shade shadow shine sight sing smile soft song soul spectre Spring stars stir storm storm Chase sublime sweet tears THANKSGIVING ODE thee There's thine things Thou art thought throng thy spirit tone touch tree truth unto vales verdure VIII Violet vision vital current voice waves wings worm
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Página 200 - And still, as in a dreamless sleep 'twere laid, Saddens the spirit with its deathlike mien : Yet doth it charm the eye — its gaze still hold ; Just as the face of one we loved, when cold, And pale, and lovely e'en in death, 'tis seen, Will fix the mourner's eye, though trembling fears Fill all his soul, and frequent fall his tears. Oh, I could wutch, till morn should change the sight, This cold, this beautiful, this mournful winter night.
Página 198 - TH' autumnal glories all have passed away! The forest-leaves no more in hectic red Give glowing tokens of their brief decay, But scattered lie, or rustle at the tread, Like whispered warnings from the mouldering dead; The naked trees stretch out their arms all day, And each bald hill-top lifts its reverend head As if for some new covering to pray.
Página 103 - And the sturdy oak shakes that never trembled before, Though the years of its glory outnumber threescore. They fall side by side — just as man in his prime Lies down with the locks that are whitened by time : The trees which are felled into ashes will burn, As man, by Death's blow, unto dust must return.
Página 48 - O ! NOT in the halls of the noble and proud, Where fashion assembles her glittering crowd ; Where all is in beauty and splendour array'd, Were the nuptials perform'd of the meek Quaker maid.
Página 76 - A carpet, filled with odors sweet, And decked with heavenly dyes. Thus let the affluent soul of Song— That all with flowers adorns— Strew life's uneven path along, And hide its thousand thorns: Oh, many a sad and weary heart, That treads a noiseless way apart, Has blessed the humble poet's name For fellowship, refined and free, In meek wild-flowers of poesy, That asked no higher fame! And pleasant as the waterfall...
Página 48 - The building was humble, but sacred to One Who heeds the deep worship that utters no tone; Whose presence is not to the temple confined, But dwells with the contrite and lowly of mind.
Página 24 - ... titanic spirits to my eye — Awing the soul until itself it feared ! Oh ! how sublimely awful ye appeared — Silent as death in your cold solitude ; Appalling the lone traveller, as he neared Some sacred spot, where none might dare intrude With sandaled foot, base thought, or word, or action rude. Imagination gives you endless forms — Now ye seem giant sentinels, that wait To watch from your calm heights a world of storms, Reporting, each in turn, at Heaven's far gate The world's advances,...
Página 93 - And is it thus, when blindness brings A veil before all outer things, That visual spirits see A world within, than this more bright, Peopled with living forms of light, And strewed with gems, as stars of night Strew diamonds o'er the sea ? Then, reverend saint! though old and blind, Thou with the quenchless...
Página 76 - Oh, not while beating hearts rejoice In music's simplest tone, And hear in Nature's every voice An echo to their own ! Not till these scorn the little rill That runs rejoicing from the hill, Or the soft, melancholy glide Of some deep stream, through glen and glade, Because 'tis not the thunder made By ocean's heaving tide. The hallowed lilies of the field In glory are arrayed, And timid, blue-eyed violets yield Their fragrance to the shade ; Nor do the wayside flowers conceal Those modest charms...
Página 24 - Dread monuments of your Creator's power ! When Egypt's pyramids shall mouldering fall, In undiminished glory ye shall tower, And still the reverent heart to worship call — Yourselves a hymn of praise perpetual : And if at last, when rent is Law's great chain, Ye with material things must perish all, Thoughts which ye have inspired, not born in vain, In immaterial minds for aye shall live again. THE COUCHING LION. OR, A -.''.iii AMONG THE OnEEN MOUNTAINS. BT JO OS B. EBETN. " WHAT say you to a ride...