Love's Calendar, Lays of the Hudson, and other poemsD. Appleton, 1850 - Počet stran: 221 |
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Adirondac Algonquins amid Aztec bark Battle Birds beam beneath birchen bird blossom bosom boughs breath breeze bright bright eye buds calabash charms courser dare dark dead dearest death Deucalion dost Doth dream e'er earth eyes faith falchion feeling float flow flowers foam forest fresh gaze giant band glade gleam grave hath heart heaven hope Hudson hunter INCA-PAH-CO INCA-PAH-CO's Indian Iroquois lady lake leaves life's light limbs lips loitering lonely look Loon love's lover Merrily mirth Mohawk moon morning mountain Myrtle and Steel ne'er never night o'er once Prairie rill Rio Bravo river Roncesvalles Rosalie Clare round Schoolcraft's seem'd shade shadow shallop shore skies sleep smile soft song soul spirit spring STANZA steal sweet Tahawus tell tenderness thine thought tide to-night told tree Twas WABENOS wake wampum wander watch wave wild wind wing wood youth
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Strana 107 - WE were not many, — we who stood Before the iron sleet that day ; Yet many a gallant spirit would Give half his years if but he could Have been with us at Monterey. Now here, now there, the shot it hailed In deadly drifts of fiery spray, Yet not a single soldier quailed When wounded comrades round them wailed Their dying shout at Monterey. And on, still on our column kept, Through walls of flame, its withering way ; Where fell the dead, the living stept, Still charging on the guns which swept The...
Strana 7 - t is not me she loves: Not me on whom she ponders, When, in some dream of tenderness, Her truant fancy wanders. The forms that flit her visions through Are like the shapes of old, Where tales of prince and paladin On tapestry are told. Man may not hope her heart to win, Be his of common mould.
Strana 41 - I'm not romantic, but upon my word, There are some moments when one can't help feeling As if his heart's chords were so strongly stirred By things around him, that 'tis vain concealing A little music in his soul still lingers Whene'er its keys are touched by Nature's fingers.
Strana 135 - Loon alone — the loon upon the lake. Ah me ! it is the loon alone — the loon upon the lake. I see the fallen maple Where he stood, his red scarf waving, Though waters nearly bury Boughs they then were newly laving. I hear his last farewell, as it echoed from the brake.
Strana 32 - Wild Tawasentha ! in this vale of mourning With more to consecrate their children's rest. And still that stream will hold its winsome way, Sparkling as now upon the frosty air, When all in turn shall troop in pale array To that dim land for which so few prepare. Still will yon oak, which now a sapling waves, Each year renewed, with hardy vigor grow, Expanding still to shade the nameless graves Of nameless men that haply sleep below.
Strana 29 - THE FOREST CEMETERY. WILD Tawasentha ! in thy brook-laced glen The doe no longer lists her lost fawn's bleating, As panting there, escaped from hunter's ken, She hears the chase o'er distant hills retreating; No more, uprising from the fern around her, The Indian archer, from his "still-hunt" lair, Wings the death-shaft which hath that moment found her When Fate seemed foiled upon her footsteps there.
Strana 147 - THY NAME. IT comes to me when healths go round, And o'er the wine their garlands wreathing The flowers of wit, with music wound, Are freshly from the goblet breathing ; From sparkling song and sally gay It comes to steal my heart away, And fill my soul, mid festal glee, With sad, sweet, silent thoughts of thee. It comes to me upon the mart, Where care in jostling crowds is rife ; Where Avarice goads the sordid heart, Or cold Ambition prompts the strife ; It comes to whisper, if I 'm there, 'Tis but...
Strana 94 - And lower, for a while, his conquering lance Before the images of Law and Love — Some mystic voice, that ever since hath dwelt Along with Echo in her dim retreat, A voice whose influence all, at times, have felt By wood or glen, or where on silver strand The...
Strana 141 - O'er heaven and earth, The GOD who first the day-beam p.our'd, Utter'd again his fiat forth, And shed the gospel's light abroad. And, like the dawn, its cheering rays On rich and poor were meant to fall, Inspiring their Redeemer's praise, In lowly cot and lordly hall. Then come, when in the orient first...
Strana 90 - Caught from the brooks, where, 'mid its wildflowers smiling, The silent prairie listens all day long, The only captive to such sweet beguiling ; Or didst thou, flitting through the verdurous halls And column'd...