Female Poets of AmericaMiller, 1872 - 486 páginas |
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... sweet tongued Philomel perched o'er my head , And chanted forth a most melodious strain , Which rapt me so with wonder and delight , I judged my hearing better than my sight , And wished me wings with her a while to take my flight . 66 ...
... sweet tongued Philomel perched o'er my head , And chanted forth a most melodious strain , Which rapt me so with wonder and delight , I judged my hearing better than my sight , And wished me wings with her a while to take my flight . 66 ...
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... sweet sister from the fragrant wild Collects the flowers to please my precious child , Unconscious of her danger , laughing roves , Nor dreads the painted savage in the groves ! Soon as the spires of Albany appeared , .. With fallacies ...
... sweet sister from the fragrant wild Collects the flowers to please my precious child , Unconscious of her danger , laughing roves , Nor dreads the painted savage in the groves ! Soon as the spires of Albany appeared , .. With fallacies ...
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... sweet and soft , Her canvass swells , while , wide and fair , And floating from her mast aloft , Her flag plays off on gent'e air . And , as her steady prow divides The waters to her even sides , She passes , like a bird , between The ...
... sweet and soft , Her canvass swells , while , wide and fair , And floating from her mast aloft , Her flag plays off on gent'e air . And , as her steady prow divides The waters to her even sides , She passes , like a bird , between The ...
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... sweet , clear voice was heard , It welled from out her happy heart Like carol of a bird ; And all who heard were moved to smiles , As at some mirthful lay , And , to the stranger's look , replied , " " Tis that dear Alice Ray . " And so ...
... sweet , clear voice was heard , It welled from out her happy heart Like carol of a bird ; And all who heard were moved to smiles , As at some mirthful lay , And , to the stranger's look , replied , " " Tis that dear Alice Ray . " And so ...
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... sweet humility , and much Of apt instruction in the homely law Of nature and the time hath been , I saw Naught , beautiful or mean , but had for me [ tree . Some charm , even like the warbler of the old elm And listening to his joy ...
... sweet humility , and much Of apt instruction in the homely law Of nature and the time hath been , I saw Naught , beautiful or mean , but had for me [ tree . Some charm , even like the warbler of the old elm And listening to his joy ...
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angels Anthemius art thou beauty Belisarius beneath bird blessed bloom blossoms blue bosom breast breath breeze bright brow Carina cheek child cloud cold dark daugh dead dear death deep doth dream earth empty nest Eudocia evermore eyes faded fair fear flowers gay beat gaze gentle gleam gloom glory glow golden grace green hair hand harebells hast hath hear heart heaven holy hope hour kiss life's light linger lips lonely look lyre morning murmur neath never night o'er pain pale perfume poems prayer rapture rest rills rose round seraph shade shadows shining sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars summer sunbeams sunny sweet tears tempest tender thee thine thou art thought thrill tone tree trembling voice wandering watch waves weary weep wild wind wings Witch-hazel
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Página 448 - As up and down the beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I. Above our heads the sullen clouds Scud black and swift across the sky; Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds Stand out the white lighthouses high. Almost as far as eye can reach I see the close-reefed vessels fly, As fast we flit along the beach, One little sandpiper and I.
Página 48 - I'll bite this basket of fruit," said he, "This costly pitcher I'll burst in three; And the glass of water they've left for me Shall 'tchick
Página 406 - ROCK ME TO SLEEP. Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night ! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart, as of yore ; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair ; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep ; — Rock me to sleep...
Página 406 - Over my heart, in the days that are flown, No love like mother-love ever has shone; No other worship abides and endures,— Faithful, unselfish, and patient, like yours: None like a mother can charm away pain From the sick soul and the world-weary brain. Slumber's soft calms o'er my heavy lids creep;— Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!
Página 457 - November woods are bare and still, November days are clear and bright ; Each noon burns up the morning's chill, The morning's snow is gone by night ; Each day my steps grow slow, grow light, As through the woods I reverent creep. Watching all things "lie down to sleep.
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 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 406 - I am so weary of toil and of tears — Toil without, recompense, tears all in vain ; Take them, and give me my childhood again. I have grown weary of dust and decay — Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away, Weary of sowing for others to reap ; Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.
Página 20 - I once that loved the shady woods so well, Now thought the rivers did the trees excel, And if the sun would ever shine, there would I dwell.
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!