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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... thine arms ; And when thy loss shall be repaid , with gains , Look to my little babes , my dear remains , And if thou lovest thyself or lovest me , These oh protect from stepdame's injury ! And if chance to thine eyes doth bring this ...
... thine arms ; And when thy loss shall be repaid , with gains , Look to my little babes , my dear remains , And if thou lovest thyself or lovest me , These oh protect from stepdame's injury ! And if chance to thine eyes doth bring this ...
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... thine immortal throne , Possessed of glory , life , and bliss unknown : We hear no more the music of thy tongue ; Thy wonted auditories cease to throng . Thy sermons in unequalled accents flowed , And every bosom with devotion glowed ...
... thine immortal throne , Possessed of glory , life , and bliss unknown : We hear no more the music of thy tongue ; Thy wonted auditories cease to throng . Thy sermons in unequalled accents flowed , And every bosom with devotion glowed ...
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... thine : Is he not wedded ? Julia . Too sure he is , and therefore I will weep , For he was mine , and naught but wicked craft E'er rent him from my bosom . Oh , my love ! Oh , my betrothed love ! how are we severed ! Cursed be the ...
... thine : Is he not wedded ? Julia . Too sure he is , and therefore I will weep , For he was mine , and naught but wicked craft E'er rent him from my bosom . Oh , my love ! Oh , my betrothed love ! how are we severed ! Cursed be the ...
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... thine , Drawn by those steeds , whose speed divine , Through every state and every clime , Nor pause nor rest has known , Mongst all the scenes long since gone by Since first thou opedst thy closeless eye , Did its scared glances ever ...
... thine , Drawn by those steeds , whose speed divine , Through every state and every clime , Nor pause nor rest has known , Mongst all the scenes long since gone by Since first thou opedst thy closeless eye , Did its scared glances ever ...
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... thine arms : The Ishmaelite , mid deserts bred , Who robs at last whom first he fed , The midnight murderer of the guest With whom he shared the morning's feast- This Arab wretch ; compared with thee , Is honor and humanity ! And shall ...
... thine arms : The Ishmaelite , mid deserts bred , Who robs at last whom first he fed , The midnight murderer of the guest With whom he shared the morning's feast- This Arab wretch ; compared with thee , Is honor and humanity ! And shall ...
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Términos y frases comunes
amid angels Anthemius art thou beams beauty Belisarius beneath bird blessed bloom blossoms bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow charm cheek child clouds cold dark daugh dear death deep doth dream earth Eudocia eyes fair faith fear feel flowers gaze gentle gleam gloom glorious glory glow golden grace Graham's Magazine grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven holy hope hour life's light lingering lips lone look lute lyre melody morning mother murmur N. P. Willis neath never night o'er pale poems prayer Pulcheria pure rapture rest rills round seraph shade shadows shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stream sunbeams sunny sweet tears tempest tender thee thine thou art thought thrill throne tone tree trembling voice wake wandering waves weary wild winds wings young youth Zophiël
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...