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Sida 39
With thy birth has gush ' d a spring I knew not of — filling my heart with tears , And
turning with strange tenderness to thee — A love — oh , God ! it seems so —
which must flow Far as thou fleest , and ' twixt heaven and me , Henceforward ,
be ...
With thy birth has gush ' d a spring I knew not of — filling my heart with tears , And
turning with strange tenderness to thee — A love — oh , God ! it seems so —
which must flow Far as thou fleest , and ' twixt heaven and me , Henceforward ,
be ...
Sida 41
When the smile Steals to her pallid lip again , and Spring Wakens its buds above
thee , we will come , And , standing by thy music - haunted grave , Look on each
other cheerfully , and say :A child that we have loved is gone to heaven , And by ...
When the smile Steals to her pallid lip again , and Spring Wakens its buds above
thee , we will come , And , standing by thy music - haunted grave , Look on each
other cheerfully , and say :A child that we have loved is gone to heaven , And by ...
Sida 47
In summer and winter that bird is there , Out and in with the morning air : I love to
see him track the street , With his wary eye and active feet ; And I often watch him
as he springs , Circling the steeple with easy wings , Till across the dial his ...
In summer and winter that bird is there , Out and in with the morning air : I love to
see him track the street , With his wary eye and active feet ; And I often watch him
as he springs , Circling the steeple with easy wings , Till across the dial his ...
Sida 51
... hoarseness of the sea , Tells the release of waters , and the earth Sends up a
pleasant smell , and the dry leaves Are lifted by the grass ; and so I know That
Nature , with her delicate ear , hath heard The dropping of the velvet foot of
Spring .
... hoarseness of the sea , Tells the release of waters , and the earth Sends up a
pleasant smell , and the dry leaves Are lifted by the grass ; and so I know That
Nature , with her delicate ear , hath heard The dropping of the velvet foot of
Spring .
Sida 52
Ye spirits of habitual unrest , And read it , when the ' fever of the world ' Hath
made your hearts impatient , and , if life Hath yet one spring unpoison d , it will be
Like a beguiling music to its flow , And you will no more wonder that I love To
hunt ...
Ye spirits of habitual unrest , And read it , when the ' fever of the world ' Hath
made your hearts impatient , and , if life Hath yet one spring unpoison d , it will be
Like a beguiling music to its flow , And you will no more wonder that I love To
hunt ...
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Sida 22 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Sida 25 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Sida 14 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Sida 28 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Sida 2 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Sida 26 - ... Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
Sida 18 - I HAVE read, in some old marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead.
Sida 20 - ALL houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. Through the open doors The harmless phantoms on their errands glide, With feet that make no sound upon the floors. We meet them at the doorway, on the stair, Along the passages they come and go, Impalpable impressions on the air, A sense of something moving to and fro. There are more guests at table than the hosts Invited ; the illuminated hall Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts, As silent as the pictures on the wall.
Sida 19 - I have read, in the marvellous heart of man, That strange and mystic scroll, That an army of phantoms, vast and wan, Beleaguer the human soul. Encamped beside Life's rushing stream, In Fancy's misty light, Gigantic shapes and shadows gleam Portentous through the night. Upon its midnight battle-ground The spectral camp is seen, And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there, In the army of the grave ; No other challenge breaks the air, But the...
Sida 24 - We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way THE BUILDERS.
Bibliografisk information
| Titel | The Gift Book of Gems The Gift Book of Gems, S. Herbert Lancey |
| Bidragare | S. Herbert Lancey |
| Utgivare | David Bugbee & Company, 1856 |
| Original från | New York Public Library |
| Digitaliserad | 6 okt 2006 |
| Längd | 312 sidor |
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