The Female Poets of AmericaCarey and Hart, 1849 - 400 sider Biographical sketches and selections of poetry from over one hundred American poets including Anne Bradstreet, Lydia Maria Child, Lucy Carion, and Harriet Beecher Stowe. |
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Side 27
... eyes you turn , and from the other side You see a river roll its ample tide . There scattered islands rose to charm the sight , And by the change of novelty delight ; Lindens fall , blooming , ladened flowers sustain , And raise their ...
... eyes you turn , and from the other side You see a river roll its ample tide . There scattered islands rose to charm the sight , And by the change of novelty delight ; Lindens fall , blooming , ladened flowers sustain , And raise their ...
Side 28
... eyes beyond this meadow , Painted by a hand divine , And observe the ample shadow Of that solemn ridge of pine . Here a trickling rill depending , Glitters through the artless bower ; And the silver dew descending , Doubly radiates ...
... eyes beyond this meadow , Painted by a hand divine , And observe the ample shadow Of that solemn ridge of pine . Here a trickling rill depending , Glitters through the artless bower ; And the silver dew descending , Doubly radiates ...
Side 29
... eyes closed from the day , The idol of my soul was torn away ; Her spirit fled and left me ghastly clay ! Then - then my soul rejected all relief , Comfort I wished not , for I loved my grief : 66 Hear , my Abella , " cried I , " hear ...
... eyes closed from the day , The idol of my soul was torn away ; Her spirit fled and left me ghastly clay ! Then - then my soul rejected all relief , Comfort I wished not , for I loved my grief : 66 Hear , my Abella , " cried I , " hear ...
Side 49
... eyes that long in death have slept ! The temple's builders - where are they ? The worshippers ? -all passed away , Who came the first , to offer there The song of praise , the heart of prayer ! Man's generation passes soon ; It wanes ...
... eyes that long in death have slept ! The temple's builders - where are they ? The worshippers ? -all passed away , Who came the first , to offer there The song of praise , the heart of prayer ! Man's generation passes soon ; It wanes ...
Side 53
... eyes , And saw not the deathly glare- Then straightened the warm and flaccid limbs With a wild and fearful care . And ere the dawn of the morrow broke On the night that her mother died , Poor Rosalie sank from her long , long watch , In ...
... eyes , And saw not the deathly glare- Then straightened the warm and flaccid limbs With a wild and fearful care . And ere the dawn of the morrow broke On the night that her mother died , Poor Rosalie sank from her long , long watch , In ...
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Side 45 - I walked the ocean strand; A pearly shell was in my hand : I stooped and wrote upon the sand My name — the year — the day. As onward from the spot I passed, One lingering look behind I cast : A wave came rolling high and fast, And washed my lines away.
Side 371 - Among the beautiful pictures That hang on Memory's wall Is one of a dim old forest, That seemeth best of all : Not for its gnarled oaks olden, Dark with the mistletoe ; Not for the violets golden That sprinkle the vale below ; Not for the milk-white lilies That lean from the fragrant...
Side 275 - 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.
Side 371 - I once had a little brother, With eyes that were dark and deep — In the lap of that old dim forest He licth 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...
Side 352 - Poor indeed thou must be, if around thee Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw ; If no silken cord of love hath bound thee To some little world through weal and woe...
Side 95 - Unfathomed and resistless. God hath set His rainbow on thy forehead ; and the cloud Mantled around thy feet. And he doth give Thy voice of thunder power to speak of Him Eternally, — bidding the lip of man Keep silence, — and upon thy rocky altar pour Incense of awe-struck praise.
Side 385 - WE wreathed about our darling's head The morning-glory bright ; Her little face looked out beneath, So full of life and light, So lit as with a sunrise, That we could only say, " She is the morning-glory true, And her poor types are they.
Side 329 - 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.
Side 89 - I'll believe thee; Veil, if ill, thy soul's intent, Let me think it innocent! Save thy toiling, spare thy treasure; All I ask is friendship's pleasure; Let the shining ore lie darkling,— Bring no gem in lustre sparkling; Gifts and gold are naught to me, I would only look on thee!
Side 275 - Pause not to dream of the future before us ; Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er...