The Female Poets of AmericaParry & McMillan, 1854 - 400 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 26
... bless the briers of life's thorny road That led to peace , to happiness , and God ! THE PROCESSION OF CALYPSO . FROM THE FIRST BOOK OF TELEMACHUS SHE moved along Environed by a beauteous female throng . As some tall oak , the wonder of ...
... bless the briers of life's thorny road That led to peace , to happiness , and God ! THE PROCESSION OF CALYPSO . FROM THE FIRST BOOK OF TELEMACHUS SHE moved along Environed by a beauteous female throng . As some tall oak , the wonder of ...
Σελίδα 42
... Bless thee for ministering to the purest pleasure That man , whilst breathing earthly atmosphere , In this minority of being , knows-- That of contemplating immortal verse , In fit communion with immortal Truth ! THE INCOMPREHENSIBILITY ...
... Bless thee for ministering to the purest pleasure That man , whilst breathing earthly atmosphere , In this minority of being , knows-- That of contemplating immortal verse , In fit communion with immortal Truth ! THE INCOMPREHENSIBILITY ...
Σελίδα 46
... blessed star That points them to their home afar . Their thoughts fly forth to those , who there Are waiting now , with joy to hail The moment that shall grant their prayer , And heave in sight their coming sail . For , many a time the ...
... blessed star That points them to their home afar . Their thoughts fly forth to those , who there Are waiting now , with joy to hail The moment that shall grant their prayer , And heave in sight their coming sail . For , many a time the ...
Σελίδα 48
... bless the promise , as we thus are tending Down to the tomb , that gives us hope to rise Before the Power to whom we now are bending , To stand his bow of glory in the skies ! HANNAH F. GOULD . 48 28 The Frost 23 The Waterfall.
... bless the promise , as we thus are tending Down to the tomb , that gives us hope to rise Before the Power to whom we now are bending , To stand his bow of glory in the skies ! HANNAH F. GOULD . 48 28 The Frost 23 The Waterfall.
Σελίδα 52
... bless the moon as her silver torch Sheds light on our doubtful hand , When pouring the drug which a moment wrests The soul from the spirit - land- When we know that sickness of soul and heart Which sensitive bosoms feel , When helpless ...
... bless the moon as her silver torch Sheds light on our doubtful hand , When pouring the drug which a moment wrests The soul from the spirit - land- When we know that sickness of soul and heart Which sensitive bosoms feel , When helpless ...
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Σελίδα 394 - Encyclopaedia of Chemistry, Practical and Theoretical : Embracing its application to the Arts, Metallurgy, Mineralogy, Geology, Medicine and Pharmacy. By JAMES C. BOOTH, Melter and Refiner in the United States Mint, Professor of Applied Chemistry in the Franklin Institute, etc., assisted by CAMPBELL MORFIT, author of " Chemical Manipulations,
Σελίδα 62 - MY boy, thou wilt dream the world is fair, And thy spirit will sigh to roam ; And thou must go ; but never, when there, Forget the light of home. Though pleasure may smile with a ray more bright, It dazzles to lead astray : Like the meteor's flash, 'twill deepen the night, When thou treadest the lonely way. But the hearth of home has a constant flame, And pure as vestal fire : 'Twill burn, 'twill burn, for ever the same, For nature feeds the pyre.
Σελίδα 48 - But he did one thing that was hardly fair — He peeped in the cupboard, and finding there That all had forgotten for him to prepare. "Now, just to set them a-thinking, I'll bite this basket of fruit...
Σελίδα 362 - I once had a little brother With eyes that were dark and deep : In the lap of that old dim forest He lieth in peace asleep ; Light as the down of the thistle, Free as the winds that blow, We roved there the beautiful summers, The summers of long ago ; But his feet on the hills grew weary, And one of the autumn eves I made for my little brother A bed of the yellow leaves.
Σελίδα 50 - And soon in the earth she sunk away From the comfortless spot where the Pebble lay. But it was not long ere the soil was broke By the peering head of an infant oak ! And as it arose and its branches spread, The Pebble looked up, and wondering said : — " A modest Acorn ! never to tell What was enclosed in its simple shell...
Σελίδα 321 - The twilight hours, like birds, flew by, As lightly and as free ; Ten thousand stars were in the sky, Ten thousand on the sea ; For every wave with dimpled face, That leaped upon the air, Had caught a star in its embrace, And held it trembling there.
Σελίδα 20 - I once that loved the shady woods so well, Now thought the rivers did the trees excel, And if the sun would ever shine, there would I dwell.
Σελίδα 267 - Labor is rest — from the sorrows that greet us, Rest from all petty vexations that meet us, Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us, Rest from world-sirens that lure us to ill.
Σελίδα 204 - COULD have stemmed misfortune's tide, And borne the rich one's sneer, Have braved the haughty glance of pride, Nor shed a single tear. I could have smiled on every blow From life's full quiver thrown, While I might gaze on thee, and know I should not be
Σελίδα 50 - Whose head is towering toward the sky, Above such a worthless thing as I ! Useless and vain, a cumberer here, I have been idling from year to year. But never from this shall a vaunting word From the humbled Pebble again be heard, Till something without me or within Shall show the purpose for which I've been ?" The Pebble its vow could not forget, And it lies there wrapt in silence yet.