The Golden Present: A Gift for All SeasonsMrs. J. Thayer J. Buffum, 1853 - 128 |
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... leaf a book , Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers From loneliest nook Neath cloistered boughs each floral bell that swingeth , And tolls its perfume on the passing air , Makes Sabbath in the fields , and ever ringeth A call to ...
... leaf a book , Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers From loneliest nook Neath cloistered boughs each floral bell that swingeth , And tolls its perfume on the passing air , Makes Sabbath in the fields , and ever ringeth A call to ...
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... mount the wing , and fly before- our possessions vanish . Our wish obtained , desire goes on and leaves possession as a load behind . MRS . MONTAGUE . Spring . On the inexpressible , delightful spring air ! 42 THE GOLDEN PRESENT . Pleasure,
... mount the wing , and fly before- our possessions vanish . Our wish obtained , desire goes on and leaves possession as a load behind . MRS . MONTAGUE . Spring . On the inexpressible , delightful spring air ! 42 THE GOLDEN PRESENT . Pleasure,
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... thing Affection gives and hallows ! A dead flower Will long be kept , remembrancer of look That made each leaf a treasure . L. E. L. Music's Power . ( HAVE you not heard in music's THE GOLDEN PRESENT . 45 Contemplation, Love Token,
... thing Affection gives and hallows ! A dead flower Will long be kept , remembrancer of look That made each leaf a treasure . L. E. L. Music's Power . ( HAVE you not heard in music's THE GOLDEN PRESENT . 45 Contemplation, Love Token,
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... leaves a world of feeling there We cannot chase away . Yes , yes , a sound hath power to bid them come Youth's half - forgotten hopes , childhood's remem- bered home . When sitting in your silent home You gaze around and weep , Or call ...
... leaves a world of feeling there We cannot chase away . Yes , yes , a sound hath power to bid them come Youth's half - forgotten hopes , childhood's remem- bered home . When sitting in your silent home You gaze around and weep , Or call ...
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... leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires , ' t is to be forgiven That in our aspirations to be great Our ... leaf is lost , But hath a part of being , and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defense . BYRON . Woman's Love ...
... leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires , ' t is to be forgiven That in our aspirations to be great Our ... leaf is lost , But hath a part of being , and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defense . BYRON . Woman's Love ...
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Strona 52 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear — Swift be thy flight! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought! Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city and sea and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand — Come, long sought!
Strona 49 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven, If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty, and a mystery, and create G In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Strona 44 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Strona 47 - THE DAY IS DONE. THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Strona 53 - Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! 1821.
Strona 64 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Strona 16 - And tolls its perfume on the passing air, Makes sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer. Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane, most catholic and solemn, Which God hath planned ; To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply ; Its choir the winds and waves — its organ thunder — Its dome the sky.
Strona 9 - Stoop o er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes.
Strona 36 - But be our experience in particulars what it may, no man ever forgot the visitations of that power to his heart and brain, which created all things new; which was the dawn in him of music, poetry, and art; which made the face of nature radiant with purple light, the morning and the night varied enchantments...
Strona 22 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.