Female Poets of AmericaMiller, 1872 - 486 páginas |
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... wings with her a while to take my flight . 66 O merry bird , " said I , " that fears no snares ; That neither toils nor hoards up in thy barn ; Feels no sad thoughts , nor ' cruciating cares To gain more good , or shun what might thee ...
... wings with her a while to take my flight . 66 O merry bird , " said I , " that fears no snares ; That neither toils nor hoards up in thy barn ; Feels no sad thoughts , nor ' cruciating cares To gain more good , or shun what might thee ...
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... wings she poises , Then like lightning down she shoots . Now the whip - poor - will beginning , Clamorous on a pointed rail , Drowns the more melodious singing Of the cat - bird , thrush , and quail . Cast your eyes beyond this meadow ...
... wings she poises , Then like lightning down she shoots . Now the whip - poor - will beginning , Clamorous on a pointed rail , Drowns the more melodious singing Of the cat - bird , thrush , and quail . Cast your eyes beyond this meadow ...
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... wings with rapid course his way , And sails to Zion through vast scas of day . Thy prayers , great saint , and thine incessant cries , Have pierced the bosom of thy native skies . Thou , moon , hast seen , and all the stars of light ...
... wings with rapid course his way , And sails to Zion through vast scas of day . Thy prayers , great saint , and thine incessant cries , Have pierced the bosom of thy native skies . Thou , moon , hast seen , and all the stars of light ...
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... wings are strong and wide ! The hand of man has lost control O'er her - his work is for the soul ! She's in a scene of Nature's war : The winds and waters are at strife ; And both with her contending for The brittle thread of human life ...
... wings are strong and wide ! The hand of man has lost control O'er her - his work is for the soul ! She's in a scene of Nature's war : The winds and waters are at strife ; And both with her contending for The brittle thread of human life ...
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... wings to rest . But her father died , and a fearful blight O'er his child and his widow fell- They sunk from that day in the gloomy abys ; Where sorrow and poverty dwell . Consumption came , and he whispered low To the widow of early ...
... wings to rest . But her father died , and a fearful blight O'er his child and his widow fell- They sunk from that day in the gloomy abys ; Where sorrow and poverty dwell . Consumption came , and he whispered low To the widow of early ...
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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!