The Female Poets of America

Parry & McMillan, 1854 - 400 páginas
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Página 62 - MY boy, thou wilt dream the world is fair, And thy spirit will sigh to roam ; And thou must go ; but never, when there, Forget the light of home. Though pleasure may smile with a ray more bright, It dazzles to lead astray : Like the meteor's flash, 'twill deepen the night, When thou treadest the lonely way. But the hearth of home has a constant flame, And pure as vestal fire : 'Twill burn, 'twill burn, for ever the same, For nature feeds the pyre.
Página 48 - But he did one thing that was hardly fair — He peeped in the cupboard, and finding there That all had forgotten for him to prepare. "Now, just to set them a-thinking, I'll bite this basket of fruit...
Página 362 - I once had a little brother With eyes that were dark and deep : In the lap of that old dim forest He lieth 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 ; But his feet on the hills grew weary, And one of the autumn eves I made for my little brother A bed of the yellow leaves.
Página 50 - And soon in the earth she sunk away From the comfortless spot where the Pebble lay. But it was not long ere the soil was broke By the peering head of an infant oak ! And as it arose and its branches spread, The Pebble looked up, and wondering said : — " A modest Acorn ! never to tell What was enclosed in its simple shell...
Página 321 - 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 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 267 - 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 204 - COULD have stemmed misfortune's tide, And borne the rich one's sneer, Have braved the haughty glance of pride, Nor shed a single tear. I could have smiled on every blow From life's full quiver thrown, While I might gaze on thee, and know I should not be
Página 50 - Whose head is towering toward the sky, Above such a worthless thing as I ! Useless and vain, a cumberer here, I have been idling from year to year. But never from this shall a vaunting word From the humbled Pebble again be heard, Till something without me or within Shall show the purpose for which I've been ?" The Pebble its vow could not forget, And it lies there wrapt in silence yet.

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