The Poems of Alice and Phoebe CaryT. Y. Crowell, 1903 - 482 pages |
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The Poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary; Katharine Lee Bates,Phoebe Cary,Alice Cary No preview available - 2015 |
POEMS OF ALICE & PHOEBE CARY Alice 1820-1871 Cary,Phoebe 1824-1871 Cary,Katharine Lee 1859-1929 Bates, Ed No preview available - 2016 |
The Poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary Katharine Lee Bates,Phoebe Cary,Alice Cary No preview available - 2018 |
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Alice Cary angels beauty beneath birds blossoms blue blue air blushing bosom Boston Public Library boughs bright brow burning cheek chill clouds Clovernook cold Coralin crown dark dead dear death deep dream eyes faded flowers fold forehead GEORGE BURROUGHS glory golden grave gray green grew hair hand Haply hath hear heart heaven hills hope hushed kisses leaves life's light lilies lips locks lonesome love's maid maiden meadows Milna mists moon morning mortal mournful neath never night o'er pale Phoebe Cary pillow pray prayer Printed in Lyra roses round shadows shadows fall shining sigh silver singing sleep smile snow soft softly song sorrow soul stars Sugar Camp summer sunshine sweet sweetly tears tell thee thou to-night tree trembling tresses twilight Ulalie Ulna volume of 1855 waves weary wild winds wings woods yellow
Popular passages
Page 474 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Page 474 - But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring : And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Page 458 - In the spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Page 478 - Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living present! Heart within, and GOD o'erhead!
Page 459 - Weakness to be wroth with weakness! woman's pleasure, woman's pain — Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain : Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, match'd with mine, Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine — Here at least, where nature sickens, nothing.
Page 456 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Page 464 - Or, haply, prest with cares and woes, Too soon thou hast began To wander forth, with me to mourn The miseries of man ! The sun that overhangs yon moors, Out-spreading far and wide, Where hundreds labour to support A haughty lordling's pride ; I've seen yon weary winter-sun Twice forty times return ; And ev'ry time has added proofs That man was made to mourn.
Page 477 - Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
Page 457 - Tis the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews call, Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley Hall; Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts, And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts. Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I...
Page 479 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, , An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer...