Poems, Volume 1Hilliard, Gray & Company, 1839 - English poetry |
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beams beauty behold BELLWORT beneath blood bosom bough breast breath bright brow cheek child children of men chill cloud cold curled dark dart dead death deep dost dream dust earth earthly face fade fair fear feel flowers foot frae gathering glory grave hand hath head heart heaven hour kite Leuk life's light lonely look maun morn NAHANT ne'er never night nursling o'er pale pass peace Pebble pillow of death praise prayer pure Quaker rest round scene shade shine shone sigh sight silver sink SIR WALTER SCOTT skies sleep slumber smile snows snowy white sorrow soul sound spirit splendor starless night sweet tear thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tomb tread treasures Twixt voice voices unite waves weep wild wing
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Page 32 - Now, I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way ; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain ; — But I'll be as busy as they.
Page 32 - THE Frost looked forth one still, clear night, And whispered, " Now I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way. I will not go on like that blustering train, — The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain, But I'll be as busy as they...
Page 17 - Now, if I fall, will it be my lot To be cast in some low and lonely spot, To melt, and to sink unseen or forgot ? And then will my course be ended ?" 'Twas thus a feathery Snow-Flake said, As down through the measureless space it strayed, Or, as half by dalliance, half afraid, It seemed in mid air suspended.
Page 33 - By the light of the morn were seen Most beautiful things ; there were flowers and trees ; There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees ; There were cities with temples and towers ; and these All pictured in silver sheen ! 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...
Page 24 - tis we, And ye list, and ye look ; but what do ye see ? Can ye hush one sound of our voice to peace, Or waken one note, when our numbers cease ? Our dwelling is in the ALMIGHTY'S hand ; We come, and we go at his command. Though joy or sorrow may mark our track, His will is our guide, and we look not back ; And if, in our wrath, ye would turn us away, Or win us in gentlest airs to play, Then lift up your hearts to Him who binds Or frees, as he will, the obedient winds.
Page 32 - A coat of mail, that it need not fear The downward point of many a spear That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head. He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane, like a fairy, crept; Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped, By the light of the...
Page 162 - Gaily arrayed in my yellow and green, When to their view I have risen, Will they not wonder how one so serene Came from so dismal a prison ? Many, perhaps, from so simple a flower This little lesson may borrow — Patient to-day, through its gloomiest hour, We come out the brighter to-morrow ! THE DISSATISFIED ANGLER BOY.
Page 174 - I AM a Pebble ! and yield to none! " Were the swelling words of a tiny stone, " Nor time nor seasons can alter me ; I am abiding, while ages flee. The pelting hail and the drizzling rain Have tried to soften me, long, in vain ; And the tender dew has sought to melt, Or touch my heart; but it was not felt.
Page 17 - And then thou shalt have thy choice to be Restored in the lily that decks the lea, In the jessamine bloom, the anemone, Or aught of thy spotless whiteness ; To melt, and be cast in a glittering bead, With the pearls that the night scatters over the mead, In the cup where the...
Page 162 - Locked in so gloomy a dwelling ; My leaves shall run up, and my roots shall run down, While the bud in my bosom is swelling. Soon as the frost will get out of my bed, From this cold dungeon to free me, I will peer up with my little bright head ; All will be joyful to see me. Then from my heart will young petals...