The Female Poets of AmericaCarey and Hart, 1849 - 400 páginas Biographical sketches and selections of poetry from over one hundred American poets including Anne Bradstreet, Lydia Maria Child, Lucy Carion, and Harriet Beecher Stowe. |
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... hath appointed this , With every other trial . Be that will Done now , as ever . For thy curious search , And unprepared solicitude to gaze On Him - the Unrevealed - learn hence , instead , To temper highest hope with humbleness . Pass ...
... hath appointed this , With every other trial . Be that will Done now , as ever . For thy curious search , And unprepared solicitude to gaze On Him - the Unrevealed - learn hence , instead , To temper highest hope with humbleness . Pass ...
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... hath owned her love till that blest hour , Nor poet , couched in rocky nook or bower , Knoweth more heartfelt happiness than he , That never tiring warbler of the old elm tree . From even the poorest of Heaven's creatures , such As know ...
... hath owned her love till that blest hour , Nor poet , couched in rocky nook or bower , Knoweth more heartfelt happiness than he , That never tiring warbler of the old elm tree . From even the poorest of Heaven's creatures , such As know ...
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... hath not seen , as the ear hath not heard . " We met as seamen meet , On ocean's watery plain , Where billows rise and tempests beat , Ere the destined port they gain : But tempests they baffle , and billows they brave , Assured that ...
... hath not seen , as the ear hath not heard . " We met as seamen meet , On ocean's watery plain , Where billows rise and tempests beat , Ere the destined port they gain : But tempests they baffle , and billows they brave , Assured that ...
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... Hath past , since first I knew thine early doom , I see thee still , though death thy being hence hath hurled . I could not bear my lot , now thou art gone- With heart o'ersoftened by the many tears Remorse and grief have drawn- Save ...
... Hath past , since first I knew thine early doom , I see thee still , though death thy being hence hath hurled . I could not bear my lot , now thou art gone- With heart o'ersoftened by the many tears Remorse and grief have drawn- Save ...
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... hath secrets mortals ne'er suspect : At some we glance , while some are sealed in night ; The optician , by his skill , Even now can show , at will , Long absent pheers , in shapes of moving light : If man so much can do , what can not ...
... hath secrets mortals ne'er suspect : At some we glance , while some are sealed in night ; The optician , by his skill , Even now can show , at will , Long absent pheers , in shapes of moving light : If man so much can do , what can not ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 45 - I walked the ocean strand; A pearly shell was in my hand : I stooped and wrote upon the sand My name — the year — the day. As onward from the spot I passed, One lingering look behind I cast : A wave came rolling high and fast, And washed my lines away.
Página 371 - Among the beautiful pictures That hang on Memory's wall Is one of a dim old forest, That seemeth best of all : Not for its gnarled oaks olden, Dark with the mistletoe ; Not for the violets golden That sprinkle the vale below ; Not for the milk-white lilies That lean from the fragrant...
Página 275 - Labor is rest — from the sorrows that greet us, Rest from all petty vexations that meet us, Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us, Rest from world-sirens that lure us to ill.
Página 371 - I once had a little brother, With eyes that were dark and deep — In the lap of that old dim forest He licth in peace asleep: Light as the down of the thistle, Free as the winds that blow, We roved there the beautiful summers, The summers of long ago...
Página 352 - Poor indeed thou must be, if around thee Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw ; If no silken cord of love hath bound thee To some little world through weal and woe...
Página 95 - Unfathomed and resistless. God hath set His rainbow on thy forehead ; and the cloud Mantled around thy feet. And he doth give Thy voice of thunder power to speak of Him Eternally, — bidding the lip of man Keep silence, — and upon thy rocky altar pour Incense of awe-struck praise.
Página 385 - WE wreathed about our darling's head The morning-glory bright ; Her little face looked out beneath, So full of life and light, So lit as with a sunrise, That we could only say, " She is the morning-glory true, And her poor types are they.
Página 329 - The twilight hours, like birds, flew by, As lightly and as free ; Ten thousand stars were in the sky, Ten thousand on the sea ; For every wave with dimpled face, That leaped upon the air, Had caught a star in its embrace, And held it trembling there.
Página 89 - I'll believe thee; Veil, if ill, thy soul's intent, Let me think it innocent! Save thy toiling, spare thy treasure; All I ask is friendship's pleasure; Let the shining ore lie darkling,— Bring no gem in lustre sparkling; Gifts and gold are naught to me, I would only look on thee!
Página 275 - Pause not to dream of the future before us ; Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er...