Personals: Or, Perils of the Periodauthor, 1870 - 339 Seiten |
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Seite 130 - And I sit and think, when the sunset's gold Is flushing river, and hill, and shore, I shall one day stand by the water cold, And list for sound of the boatman's oar...
Seite 219 - Earth trembled from her entrails, as again In pangs, and Nature gave a second groan; Sky lowered, and, muttering thunder, some sad drops Wept at completing of the mortal sin Original...
Seite 130 - They cross the stream and are gone for aye. We may not sunder the veil apart That hides from our vision the gates of day...
Seite 331 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Seite 281 - O happy plains ! remote from war's alarms, And all the ravages of hostile arms ! And happy shepherds ! who, secure from fear, On open downs preserve your fleecy care ! Whose spacious barns groan with increasing store, And whirling flails disjoint the cracking floor...
Seite 219 - Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub, Disporting, till the amorous bird of night Sung spousal, and bid haste the evening star, On his hill-top, to light the bridal lamp.
Seite 219 - Whispered it to the woods, and from their -wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub, Disporting, till the amorous bird of night Sung spousal, and bid haste the evening star On his hill top to light the bridal lamp.
Seite 130 - ... shore, I shall one day stand by the water cold, And list for the sound of the boatman's oar; I shall watch for a gleam of the flapping sail; I shall hear the boat as it gains the strand, I shall pass from sight with the boatman pale To the better shore of the spirit land. I shall know the loved who have gone before; And joyfully sweet will the meeting be, When over the river, the peaceful river, The Angel of Death shall carry me.
Seite 214 - HER hands are cold; her face is white; No more her pulses come and go ; Her eyes are shut to life and light; — Fold the white vesture, snow on snow, And lay her where the violets blow. But not beneath a graven stone, To plead for tears with alien eyes; A slender cross of wood alone Shall say, that here a maiden lies In peace beneath the peaceful skies. And gray old trees of hugest limb Shall wheel their circling shadows round To make the scorching...
Seite 140 - Juno, feel my heart turn cinders With an invisible fire ; and yet, should she Deign to appear clothed in a various cloud, The majesty of the substance is so sacred, I durst not clasp the shadow. I behold her With adoration, feast my eye, while all My other senses starve ; and, oft frequenting The place which she makes happy with her presence,, I never yet had power with tongue or pen To move her to compassion, or make known What 'tis I languish for ; yet I must gaze still, Though it increase my flame...