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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... Wild Flowers from New England . .272 The Annunciation . Her later Works . 272 Her Genius .. 273 Farewell to a Happy Day . ..273 " Had we but met " . To the Spirit of Poetry . MISS HANNAH J. WOODMAN . " When wilt thou love Me ? " . MISS ...
... Wild Flowers from New England . .272 The Annunciation . Her later Works . 272 Her Genius .. 273 Farewell to a Happy Day . ..273 " Had we but met " . To the Spirit of Poetry . MISS HANNAH J. WOODMAN . " When wilt thou love Me ? " . MISS ...
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... Wild echoes played and cataracts did bound ; Beyond the heights of nature's wide expanse , Where moved superb the planetary dance , Light burst on light , and suns o'er suns displayed The system perfect Nature's God had laid . " And ...
... Wild echoes played and cataracts did bound ; Beyond the heights of nature's wide expanse , Where moved superb the planetary dance , Light burst on light , and suns o'er suns displayed The system perfect Nature's God had laid . " And ...
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... wild and black . Its voice - but who shall give the sounds Of that dread voice ? -The ship is dashed In roaring depths - and now she bounds On high , by foaming surges lashed . And how is she the storm to bide ? Its sweeping wings are ...
... wild and black . Its voice - but who shall give the sounds Of that dread voice ? -The ship is dashed In roaring depths - and now she bounds On high , by foaming surges lashed . And how is she the storm to bide ? Its sweeping wings are ...
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... wilds To seek for his bird a nest , And Rosalie dwelt in her father's halls , And folded her wings to rest . But her ... wild and fearful care . And ere the dawn of the morrow broke On the night that her mother died , Poor Rosalie sank ...
... wilds To seek for his bird a nest , And Rosalie dwelt in her father's halls , And folded her wings to rest . But her ... wild and fearful care . And ere the dawn of the morrow broke On the night that her mother died , Poor Rosalie sank ...
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... wild , The cypress ' flexile bough , The holly with its polished leaves , Are all before me now . There , towering with imperial pride , The rich magnolia stands , And here , in softer loveliness , The white - bloomed bay expands . The ...
... wild , The cypress ' flexile bough , The holly with its polished leaves , Are all before me now . There , towering with imperial pride , The rich magnolia stands , And here , in softer loveliness , The white - bloomed bay expands . The ...
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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
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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...