The American Female Poets: With Biographical and Critical Notices

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Caroline May
Lindsay & Blakiston, 1858 - 545 páginas
 

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Página 260 - And further, by these, my son, be admonished : of making many books there is no end ; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
Página 142 - Which now of these three, thinkest thou, was neighbour unto him that fell among the thieves? And he said, He that shewed mercy on him. Then said Jesus unto him, Go, and do thou likewise.
Página 18 - If so much excellence abide below; How excellent is he that dwells on high? Whose power and beauty by his works we know. Sure he is goodness, wisdome, glory, light, That hath this under world so richly dight: More Heaven then Earth was here, no winter & no night.
Página 17 - It is the Work of a Woman, honoured, and esteemed where she lives, for her gracious demeanour, her eminent parts, her pious conversation, her courteous disposition, her exact diligence in her place, and discreet managing of her Family occasions, and more than so, these Poems are the fruit but of some few houres, curtailed from her sleep and other refreshments.
Página 451 - Whose waters never more shall rest! This beautiful, mysterious thing, This seeming visitant from heaven, This bird with the immortal wing, To me — to me, thy hand has given. The pulse first caught its tiny stroke, The blood its crimson hue, from mine — This life, which I have dared invoke, Henceforth is parallel with thine. A silent awe is in my room — I tremble with delicious fear; The future with its light and gloom, Time and Eternity are here.
Página 421 - And it came to pass in those days, that he went out into a mountain to pray, and continued all night in prayer to God.
Página 21 - Ye Fish which in this liquid Region 'bide, That for each season, have your habitation, Now salt, now fresh where you think best to glide To unknown coasts to give a visitation, In Lakes and ponds, you leave your numerous fry, So nature taught, and yet you know not why, You watry folk that know not your felicity.
Página 385 - Droop not though shame, sin, and anguish are round thee ; Bravely fling off the cold chain that hath bound thee, Look to yon pure heaven smiling beyond thee ; Rest not content in thy darkness — a clod. Work for some good, be it ever so slowly ; Cherish some flower, be it ever so lowly ; Labor ! all labor is noble and holy ; Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God.
Página 19 - Eye, No wonder, some made thee a Deity: Had I not better known, (alas) the same had I.
Página 330 - Brother, come home ! Come home ! 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 ! CATHERINE H.

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