Trifles in Verse: A Collection of Fugitive PoemsRobinson and Jones, 1845 - 184 páginas |
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angel beautiful beneath the sky birth BIRTH-DAY bless bless'd bliss blue boast breathe bright brow calm Carthage charm Cherish Cist Conoquenessing dear death doth dream dust dust to dust e'en earth eyes fair fairer fairest fairy fancy feel flowers Freedom and Fame gaze gentle girls we love girls we love!—all glory grace grief hair happy days hath heart Heaven holy KATE kings lady land life's light lone love my love love!—all girls Love's Macedon maiden MARY MARY'S LOVE MERRY OLD ENGLAND moon by night moonstruck mortal Mother's ne'er Neath never night o'er Olden Memories once perchance praise pure QUAKERESS Queen QUEEN VICTORIA roam seek shines skies smile song sooth sorrow soul spirit sunny sweet tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne thy steps truth twas vows weary ween wild Woman's Sphere youth Zelienople
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Página 113 - The moon shines bright:—In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise; in such a night Stood Dido, with a willow in her hand, Upon the wild sea banks, and waved her love To come again to Carthage.
Página 92 - Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilight too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her, drawn From May-time, and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay!
Página 42 - It is the hour, when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour, when lover's vows Are sweet in every whispered word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear!
Página 61 - Yet press on, For it shall make you mighty among men; And from the eyrie of your eagle thought, You shall look down on
Página 42 - Are sweet in every whispered word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear!
Página 113 - Stood Dido, with a willow in her hand, Upon the wild sea banks, and waved her love To come again to Carthage.
Página 103 - I care for nobody, no! not I— And nobody cares for me!
Página 113 - silent:—Words are little aid To Love, whose deepest vows are ever made By the heart's beat alone! Oh! silence is Love's own peculiar eloquence of bliss!
Página 13 - years; They are manhood's well of truth, Filled with childhood's early tears. Like the low and plaintive moan Of the night-wind through the trees, Sweet to hear, though sad and lone, Are those " Olden Memories!
Página 19 - There is a religion in all deep love, but the love of a Mother is the veil of softer light between the heart and the Heavenly Father!