The Female Poets of AmericaParry & McMillan, 1854 - 400 páginas |
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... Song of the North Wind .. .197 Prayer 88 Song of the East Wind .. .128 Song ..... 89 Song of Winter .... ..... 129 Friendship ..... 89 The Chickadee's Song .. .130 Farewell to Cuba . 89 The Honey Bee's Song .. .130 MRS . JULIA RUSH WARD ...
... Song of the North Wind .. .197 Prayer 88 Song of the East Wind .. .128 Song ..... 89 Song of Winter .... ..... 129 Friendship ..... 89 The Chickadee's Song .. .130 Farewell to Cuba . 89 The Honey Bee's Song .. .130 MRS . JULIA RUSH WARD ...
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... Song . 197 Imitation of Sappho . Extrat from The Quakeress Bride . .197 ... 161 Love's Pleading Sonnets : .... 198 .162 The Hearth of Home .. 1. Cultivation .... .198 ... 162 The Launch . II . Encouragement ... 198 ... 162 The Ode of ...
... Song . 197 Imitation of Sappho . Extrat from The Quakeress Bride . .197 ... 161 Love's Pleading Sonnets : .... 198 .162 The Hearth of Home .. 1. Cultivation .... .198 ... 162 The Launch . II . Encouragement ... 198 ... 162 The Ode of ...
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... Song .. My Muse .... To an Eolian Harp . To the Wood Robin .. The Wildrood Home ... Isabella ... .256 .257 257 .258 MRS . FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD , ( CONTINUED . ) The Soul's Lament for Home ..... Bianca Music . Song , " She loves Him ...
... Song .. My Muse .... To an Eolian Harp . To the Wood Robin .. The Wildrood Home ... Isabella ... .256 .257 257 .258 MRS . FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD , ( CONTINUED . ) The Soul's Lament for Home ..... Bianca Music . Song , " She loves Him ...
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... Song for Autumn ... .328 A True Story of a Faun ... .328 MISSES FRANCES A. AND METTA V. FULLER . 329 Their Writings for the " Home Journal " . 329 ( L ) A Revery .330 .330 ( II . ) The Postboy's Song . 331 The Old Man's Favorite ...
... Song for Autumn ... .328 A True Story of a Faun ... .328 MISSES FRANCES A. AND METTA V. FULLER . 329 Their Writings for the " Home Journal " . 329 ( L ) A Revery .330 .330 ( II . ) The Postboy's Song . 331 The Old Man's Favorite ...
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... songs and other short pieces , of which the most ambitious was an irregular poem On the Birth of Ge- nius , which was once much admired . Only a few of her songs are now remembered , and these less for any poetical qualities than for a ...
... songs and other short pieces , of which the most ambitious was an irregular poem On the Birth of Ge- nius , which was once much admired . Only a few of her songs are now remembered , and these less for any poetical qualities than for a ...
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amid angels Anne Eliza Bleecker Anthemius beams beauty Belisarius beneath bird bless bloom blossoms bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow cheek child clouds cold dark daugh dear death deep doth dream earth Eudocia eyes fair fear feel flowers FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD 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 linger lips lone look Love's lute lyre melody morning morocco mother murmur 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 sweet tears tempest tender thee thine thou art thought thrill throne tone tree trembling Turkey voice wandering waves weary wild winds wings young youth
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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.