The Prose and Poetry of Europe and America: Consisting of Literary Gems and Curiosities, and Containing the Choice and Beautiful Productions of Many of the Most Popular Writers of the Past and Present Age ...Leavitt & Allen, 1845 - 600 עמודים |
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עמוד 9
... Thou art not dead - thou art not dead ! The Resemblance . Calm as , beneath its mother's eyes . To the Invisible Girl . As love , one summer eve , was straying . They say that Love had once a book . Who comes so gracefully ? Here is one ...
... Thou art not dead - thou art not dead ! The Resemblance . Calm as , beneath its mother's eyes . To the Invisible Girl . As love , one summer eve , was straying . They say that Love had once a book . Who comes so gracefully ? Here is one ...
עמוד 10
... thou shalt wander . 397 When Twilight Dews . 411 Say what shall be our Sport to - day ? 398 Lusitanian War - Song ... thou'rt the favored Guest . 415 Bring the bright Garlands hither . 401 Wake up sweet Melody . 415 Thou lov'st no more ...
... thou shalt wander . 397 When Twilight Dews . 411 Say what shall be our Sport to - day ? 398 Lusitanian War - Song ... thou'rt the favored Guest . 415 Bring the bright Garlands hither . 401 Wake up sweet Melody . 415 Thou lov'st no more ...
עמוד 106
... thou preachest or the heav'n thou art ! " What should I be without thee ? without thee < " How dull were power , how joyless victory ! Though borne by angels , if that smile of thine * Bless'd not my banner , ' twere but half divine ...
... thou preachest or the heav'n thou art ! " What should I be without thee ? without thee < " How dull were power , how joyless victory ! Though borne by angels , if that smile of thine * Bless'd not my banner , ' twere but half divine ...
עמוד 107
... Thou laugh'st , tormentor , -what - thou'lt brand my name ? " Do , do - in vain -- he'll not believe my shame-- " He thinks me true , that naught beneath God's sky " Could tempt or change me , and - so once thought I. " But this is past ...
... Thou laugh'st , tormentor , -what - thou'lt brand my name ? " Do , do - in vain -- he'll not believe my shame-- " He thinks me true , that naught beneath God's sky " Could tempt or change me , and - so once thought I. " But this is past ...
עמוד 111
... thou saw'st them last , Clear , beautiful , by naught of earth o'ercast ; Recall her tears , to thee at parting giv ... thou wert dead - why , Azım , why " Did we not , both of us , that instant die " When we were parted ? oh ! couldst ...
... thou saw'st them last , Clear , beautiful , by naught of earth o'ercast ; Recall her tears , to thee at parting giv ... thou wert dead - why , Azım , why " Did we not , both of us , that instant die " When we were parted ? oh ! couldst ...
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עמוד 312 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
עמוד 347 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
עמוד 312 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
עמוד 314 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
עמוד 313 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
עמוד 313 - While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired...
עמוד 314 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry fagot from the thorn, , To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain...
עמוד 346 - It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me : In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
עמוד 313 - SWEET AUBURN! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
עמוד 314 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.