Poetical Remains of the Late Lucy Hooper

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S. Colman, 1842 - 291 עמודים
 

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עמוד 29 - A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel 13 light. XV.— I WANDERED LONELY. 1804. I WANDERED lonely as a cloud...
עמוד 29 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food: For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
עמוד 145 - And a certain man lame from his mother's womb was carried, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple which is called Beautiful, to ask alms of them that entered into the temple; who seeing Peter and John about to go into the temple asked an alms.
עמוד 38 - Epitaph on Elizabeth, LH Wouldst thou hear what man can say In a little? Reader, stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbor give To more virtue than doth live. If at all she had a fault, Leave it buried in this vault. One name was Elizabeth, Th' other let it sleep with death; Fitter, where it died to tell, Than that it lived at all.
עמוד 88 - MOTHER ! I bring thy gift ; Take from my hand the dreaded boon — I pray, Take it ; the still, pale sorrow of the face Hath left upon my soul its living trace, Never to pass away, Since from these lips one word of idle breath, Blanched that calm face — oh! mother, this is death! What is it that I see From all the pure and settled features gleaming ? Reproach ! reproach ! My dreams are strange and wild. Mother ! hadst thou no pity on thy child...
עמוד 114 - Alas ! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert ; whence arise But weeds of dark luxuriance, tares of haste, Rank at the core, though tempting to the eyes, Flowers whose wild odours breathe but agonies, And trees whose gums are poison ; such the plants Which spring beneath her steps as Passion flies O'er the world's wilderness, and vainly pants For some celestial fruit forbidden to our wants.
עמוד 236 - Breathe to thy soul their high, mysterious sound, And faint not in the noontide of thy day,— Wait thou for Time! Wait thou for Time — the slow-unfolding flower Chides man's impatient haste with long delay; The harvest ripening in the autumnal sun, — The golden fruit of suffering's weighty power Within the soul; — like soft bells...
עמוד 239 - GIVE ME ARMOUR OF PROOF. GIVE me armour of proof, I must ride to the plain ; Give me armour of proof, ere the trump sound again : To the halls of my childhood no more am I known, And the nettle must rise where the myrtle hath blown! Till the conflict is over, the battle is past — Give me armour of proof — I am true to the last ! Give me armour of proof — bring me helmet and spear; Away! shall the warrior's cheek own a tear? Bring the steel of Milan — 'tis the firmest and best, And bind...
עמוד 32 - Unbodied, like a pale moonbeam, As pure, as passionless, and cold ; Nor mine the hope of Indra's son, Of slumbering in oblivion's rest, Life's myriads blending into one, In blank annihilation blest ; Dust-atoms of the infinite, Sparks scattered from the central light, And winning back through mortal pain Their old unconsciousness again. No ! I have friends in Spirit Land, Not shadows in a shadowy band, Not others, but themselves are they.
עמוד 240 - Give me armor of proof: I have torn from my heart Each soft tie, and true, that forbade me to part ; Bring the sword of Damascus — its blade cold and bright, That' bends not in conflict, but gleams in the .fight; And stay — let me fasten yon scarf on my breast, Love's light pledge and true — I will answer the rest ! Give me...

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