Fugitive PoetryPierce and Williams, 1829 - Počet stran: 91 |
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angel art thou Autumn baptismal beautiful beguiling beneath bewail our brother blue bosom bow'd breath bright brow cheek child cloud cool curl dark dark eye death deep delicate dream fair feel fetter fingers float flower forehead fountains FUGITIVE POETRY gathering film gentle GETHSEMANE glad glory grace green hand harp hath hear heaven hills holy human hush idleness Isabel kiss larch lashes leaf leaves lifted light living look lov'd LOVE to look loveliness mind morning morning star N. P. WILLIS night numbered o'er Pass thou pleasant prayer press'd pulses pure rest rills seem'd shade shadow silent silver sleep slumber smile soft eye SONNET spell spirit star stir stole summer sunny sweet thee thine things thirst thought thrilling tint tree Twas twilight Twill Viola violets voice WASHINGTON IRVING waters weary whisper wind wings witching words young heart
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Strana 4 - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Strana 78 - Thine is the power to give, Thine to deny, Joy for the hour I live — Calmness to die. By all the brave should cherish, By my dying breath, I ask that I may perish By a soldier's death ! DAWN.
Strana 62 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Strana 68 - I LOVE to look on a scene like this, Of wild and careless play, And persuade myself that I am not old, And my locks are not yet gray ; For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart, And...
Strana 42 - LOVE knoweth every form of air, And every shape of earth, And comes, unbidden, everywhere, Like thought's mysterious birth. The moonlit sea and the sunset sky Are written with Love's words, And you hear his voice unceasingly, Like song, in the time of birds. He...
Strana 74 - ELEGANCE floats about thee like a dress, Melting the airy motion of thy form Into one swaying grace ; and loveliness, Like a rich tint that makes a picture warm, Is lurking in the chestnut of thy tress, Enriching it, as moonlight after storm Mingles dark shadows into gentleness. A beauty that bewilders like a spell Reigns in thine...
Strana 16 - And breathed upon her heart strings with the breath Of pride, and bound her forehead gorgeously With dazzling scorn, and gave unto her step A majesty as if she trod the sea, And the proud waves, unbidden, lifted her ! And so she grew to woman — her mere look Strong as a monarch's signet, and her hand The ambition of a kingdom.
Strana 3 - If, however, I can by any lucky chance, in these days of evil, rub out one wrinkle from the brow of care, or beguile the heavy heart of one moment of sorrow ; if I can now and then penetrate through the gathering film of misanthropy, prompt a benevolent view of human nature, and make my reader more in good humor with his fellow beings and himself, surely, surely, I shall not then have written entirely in vain.
Strana 37 - The perfect world by Adam trod, Was the first temple, — built by God : His fiat laid the corner-stone, And heaved its pillars one by one. 2...
Strana 83 - She was not very beautiful, if it be beauty's test To match a classic model when perfectly at rest ; And she did not look bewitchingly, if witchery it be To have a forehead and a lip transparent as the sea.