Poetical Remains of the Late Lucy Hooper

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S. Colman, 1842 - 291 עמודים

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עמוד 29 - And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine; A being, breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength and skill; A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort; and command. And yet a spirit, still and bright With something of an angel light.
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 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 89 - 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 240 - Each soft tic 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...
עמוד 187 - ... but go back To their quiet hours, and tread once more Their bright, familiar track — Could we picture again what we pictured then, Of the sunny world that lay From the green hillside, and the waters wide. And our glad hearts far away ! The old days we remember, When we never dreamed of guile, Nor knew that the heart could be cold below, While the lip still wore its smile ! Oh. we may not forget, for those hours come yet ; They visit us in sleep, While far and wide, o'er life's changing tide,...
עמוד 260 - Lesothers strive thy glowing wreaths to bind — Let others seek thy false and dazzling gleams : For me their light went out on early streams, And faded were thy roses in my grasp, No more, no more to bloom. Yet as the stars, the holy stars of night, Shine out when all is dark, So would I, cheered by hopes more purely bright, Tread still the thorny path whose close is light, If, but at last, the tossed and weary bark Gains the sure haven of her final rest.
עמוד 3 - Dark hour ! once more its woes unfold ; As then I saw thee, pale and cold, I see thee still. I see thee still : Thou art not in the grave confined, Death cannot claim the immortal mind ; Let earth close o'er its sacred trust, But goodness dies not in the dust...
עמוד 203 - Aught richer than that battlefield Which tells of thy renown ? Home of the pilgrim sires who crossed The waste and trackless sea, Was it not meet that on thy soil The first brave strife should be? Dear to thy children in thy home, Dear to thine exiles far; To Freedom's sons in every...

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