Poems of YouthGeorge Coolidge, 1861 - 130 páginas |
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... Birds and blossoms many - numbered ; - Age that bough with snows encumbered . Gather , then , each flower that grows When the young heart overflows , To embalm that tent of snows . Bear a lily in thy hand ; Gates of brass cannot ...
... Birds and blossoms many - numbered ; - Age that bough with snows encumbered . Gather , then , each flower that grows When the young heart overflows , To embalm that tent of snows . Bear a lily in thy hand ; Gates of brass cannot ...
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... the thatch of hay ; For Milly nestled to Jimmy's breast , Like a wild bird fluttering to its nest- And then I'll swear she looked her best Under the thatch of hay . And when the sun came laughing out , Over the 2 POEMS OF YOUTH . 17.
... the thatch of hay ; For Milly nestled to Jimmy's breast , Like a wild bird fluttering to its nest- And then I'll swear she looked her best Under the thatch of hay . And when the sun came laughing out , Over the 2 POEMS OF YOUTH . 17.
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... birds began to shout , As if for a wedding day . BEAUTY . WHAT is the blooming tincture of the skin To peace of mind and harmony within ? What the bright sparkling of the finest eye To the soft soothing of a calm reply ? Can comeliness ...
... birds began to shout , As if for a wedding day . BEAUTY . WHAT is the blooming tincture of the skin To peace of mind and harmony within ? What the bright sparkling of the finest eye To the soft soothing of a calm reply ? Can comeliness ...
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... birds of social feather , helping each His fellow's flight , we soared into the skies , And cast the clouds beneath our feet , and earth , With all her tardy , leaden - footed cares , And talked the speech , and ate the food of heaven ...
... birds of social feather , helping each His fellow's flight , we soared into the skies , And cast the clouds beneath our feet , and earth , With all her tardy , leaden - footed cares , And talked the speech , and ate the food of heaven ...
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... bird Far through the cold , gray clouds was flying . How blue and fathomless thine eyes Watched that air - wanderer's silent flight- As if thy soul , like it , would rise And lose itself away in light ! Though without wave or curl , thy ...
... bird Far through the cold , gray clouds was flying . How blue and fathomless thine eyes Watched that air - wanderer's silent flight- As if thy soul , like it , would rise And lose itself away in light ! Though without wave or curl , thy ...
Términos y frases comunes
Angel art thou beauty bloom blue bosom breast breath bright brow call me early Castle Cary charm cheek clouds cold curl dark dear doth dream dream art earth Excelsior fading fair fairest thing Finojosa Florence Vane flowers frae Francesco Doria gaze glow golden gone grace grave hand hast hath heaven Hector Macneil holly tree hour Isabel James Gates Percival Jimmy mowed kiss land art life's light lonely look lovelier Lucretia Maria Davidson maiden Mary milk-maiden morn mortal eyes mother mowed the hay ne'er neath never night o'er pale Pilgrim Society prayer pure Queen Richard Henry Stoddard Scottish lassie shadow sigh sleep smile snow soft song of Arcady sorrow soul spirit stars stealing summer sweet Sydney Dobell T. B. Aldrich thatch of hay thee There's thine thing in mortal thou art thought thy heart twas voice warm weary wee thing wild young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 23 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Página 29 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Página 29 - Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!' And loud that clarion voice replied. Excelsior! 'O stay,' the maiden said, 'and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Página 3 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Página 20 - Tis but to make a trial of our love !" And filled his glass to all; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread. 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, Laughing and looking back, and flying still, Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger. But now, alas ! she was not to be found ; Nor from that hour could...
Página 13 - Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June.
Página 3 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 33 - Twas vain, in holy ground He hid his face amid the shades of death. I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me : but mine returns, And this lorn bosom burns With stifling heat, heaving it up in sleep, And waking me to weep Tears that had melted his soft heart : for years Wept he as bitter tears. Merciful God!
Página 13 - Gather, then, each flower that grows, When the young heart overflows, To embalm that tent of snows. Bear a lily in thy hand ; Gates of brass cannot withstand One touch of that magic wand. Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth.
Página 11 - TIME. Touch us gently, Time ! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently, — as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream ! Humble voyagers are We, Husband, wife, and children three — (One is lost, — an angel, fled To the azure overhead ! ) Touch us gently, Time ! We've not proud nor soaring wings : Our ambition, our content Lies in simple things. Humble voyagers are We, O'er Life's dim unsounded sea, Seeking only some calm clime : — Touch us gently, gentle Time ! EBENEZER ELLIOTT.