Female Poets of AmericaMiller, 1872 - 486 sidor |
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Sida 26
... Light on the periods of my fettered theme , And dart one radiant , one illumined beam , Then struggling Passion might its portrait view , And learn from thence its tumults to subdue . This was the pious prelate's great design : As rays ...
... Light on the periods of my fettered theme , And dart one radiant , one illumined beam , Then struggling Passion might its portrait view , And learn from thence its tumults to subdue . This was the pious prelate's great design : As rays ...
Sida 36
... light upon the hills , And the loose clouds , in changeful colors gay , Now tinged with crimson , and with amber now , Sail slow along the brightening horizon . Gelimer . Yes , my Amala , ' t is a lovely morn , And might inspire me with ...
... light upon the hills , And the loose clouds , in changeful colors gay , Now tinged with crimson , and with amber now , Sail slow along the brightening horizon . Gelimer . Yes , my Amala , ' t is a lovely morn , And might inspire me with ...
Sida 49
... light , Where man for Gon prepared the place , And God to man unveils his face . Her tribute all around is seen ; She bends , and worships like a queen ! Her robe of light and beaming crown In silence she is casting down ; And , as a ...
... light , Where man for Gon prepared the place , And God to man unveils his face . Her tribute all around is seen ; She bends , and worships like a queen ! Her robe of light and beaming crown In silence she is casting down ; And , as a ...
Sida 62
... light for us above ! " I SING TO HIM . I SING to him ! I dream he hears The song he used to love , And oft that blessed fancy cheers And bears my thoughts above . Ye say ' tis idle thus to dream- But why believe it so ? It is the ...
... light for us above ! " I SING TO HIM . I SING to him ! I dream he hears The song he used to love , And oft that blessed fancy cheers And bears my thoughts above . Ye say ' tis idle thus to dream- But why believe it so ? It is the ...
Sida 70
... light Upon Time's dreary ocean , Light gales that wake the dead , calm night To momentary motion ; Bright beams that in their beauty bless A dark and desert plain , To show its fearful loneliness , And disappear again . Yet oft she ...
... light Upon Time's dreary ocean , Light gales that wake the dead , calm night To momentary motion ; Bright beams that in their beauty bless A dark and desert plain , To show its fearful loneliness , And disappear again . Yet oft she ...
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Sida 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.
Sida 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
Sida 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...
Sida 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!
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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!