Trifles in Verse: A Collection of Fugitive Poems

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Robinson and Jones, 1845 - 184 sidor
 

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Sida 115 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Sida 94 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Sida 42 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly...
Sida 49 - His storm and wind shook thy soul with pious awe, — there are thy affections, there is thy country. Where the first human eye bent lovingly over thy cradle, where thy mother first bore thee joyfully on her bosom, where thy father engraved the words of wisdom on thy heart, — there are thy affections...
Sida 97 - You lie, in faith, for you are called plain Kate, And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst ; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of...
Sida 55 - For the high ones and powerful shall come To do you reverence; and the beautiful Will know the purer language of your brow, And read it like a talisman of love!
Sida 13 - Like the dim traditions, hoary, Of our loved and native clime; Like some half-forgotten story, Read or heard in olden time ; Like the fresh'ning dew of even To the parched and drooping flower ; Like the peaceful thoughts of Heaven In life's tempest-stricken hour ; Like the cadence of a song, — Yet, oh, sweeter far than these, Are the thoughts that round us throng With those
Sida 15 - Oh ! then, sweeter than perfume Borne on aromatic breeze, To the softened spirit come Those dear Olden Memories ! In our days of mirth and gladness, We may spurn their faint control, But they come, in hours of sadness, Like sweet music to the soul ; And in sorrow, o'er us stealing With their gentleness and calm, They are leaves of precious healing, They are fruits of choicest balm. Ever till, when life departs, Death from dross the spirit frees, Cherish, in thine heart of hearts, All thine Olden...
Sida 181 - Why should the memories of the dead Be ever those of gloom and sadness ? — Why should their dwellings not be made "Mid scenes of light, and life, and gladness ? Here let the young and gay repair, And in this scene of light and beauty, Gather from earth, and sky, and air, Lessons of life, and love, and duty...
Sida 164 - Gone ! — the companion of her mirth and sadness, The friend and playmate of her childish years ; Life, in thy absence, loseth half its gladness, And this deep darkness doubly dark appears : The long, long day is more than night without thee — Thrice welcome night ! for all sweet dreams about thee ! Come home, sweet sister ! Ah, how much I miss thee — All thy kind shielding from life's rude alarms — From day's first dawn, when erst I sprang to kiss thee, Till night still found me nestling...

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