The Winter WreathNathaniel Parker Willis Leavitt and Allen, 1853 - 224 Seiten Verse and prose contributions, mainly by American authors. |
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... Hath he a darling son , now homeward bound ? And hath the fearful rumor spread around His vessel hath been wrecked and tempest - tost , And half its crew among the billows lost- And longs he now , to see if God did save His fond heart's ...
... Hath he a darling son , now homeward bound ? And hath the fearful rumor spread around His vessel hath been wrecked and tempest - tost , And half its crew among the billows lost- And longs he now , to see if God did save His fond heart's ...
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... Hath he a venture on the treacherous seas , Which safe in port secures a life of ease To those he loves - and ' mid the tempest's frown Hath the brave ship , a shattered wreck , gone down ? Hath one he loved , whose faith to him was ...
... Hath he a venture on the treacherous seas , Which safe in port secures a life of ease To those he loves - and ' mid the tempest's frown Hath the brave ship , a shattered wreck , gone down ? Hath one he loved , whose faith to him was ...
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... ear , like harps , hath strung Heaven and earth and sea ! And ' tis a lesson in our hearts to know- With but one sense the soul may overflow . 11 HARVEY BIRCH . HARVEY BIRCH had been a pedler from THE GOOD DAUGHTER . 81.
... ear , like harps , hath strung Heaven and earth and sea ! And ' tis a lesson in our hearts to know- With but one sense the soul may overflow . 11 HARVEY BIRCH . HARVEY BIRCH had been a pedler from THE GOOD DAUGHTER . 81.
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... , turn those eyes away . " " My life hath been a life of blood , " The sick man said with pain , — " And monsters from its curdling flood Creep forth and gnaw my brain ; W. H.Bartlett Frected during the reign of Henry VIII , Hurst Castle,
... , turn those eyes away . " " My life hath been a life of blood , " The sick man said with pain , — " And monsters from its curdling flood Creep forth and gnaw my brain ; W. H.Bartlett Frected during the reign of Henry VIII , Hurst Castle,
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... hath shred away , And I was boisterous in my cups , When there was need to pray ! " Once , on a bitter , wintry time , Five weeks from Christmas tide , When in Rosemary lane we lived , your poor mother died , - Stout Axtell drew me from ...
... hath shred away , And I was boisterous in my cups , When there was need to pray ! " Once , on a bitter , wintry time , Five weeks from Christmas tide , When in Rosemary lane we lived , your poor mother died , - Stout Axtell drew me from ...
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Adam Agatha Agnes Alice Astor House Battle of Hohenlinden beadsman beautiful Birch bless boat breath bright Cæsar called Camillo captain censer cheek child cold Cousin Cathcart Crawley dark dear delight door dream dress eyes face Farmer Bracely father feel flowers gentleman girl grace hair hand happy Harry Gay hath heard heart heaven hour HURST CASTLE Java sparrows Kitty Coleman laughed light lips listened live look Lucy ma'am Madeline Madonna Mary Howitt MATTESON miles Miss Hampson Miss Hinchliff Miss Pifflit morning mother N. P. WILLIS never night once Orangemen passed pedler piano Pikemen pity poor Porphyro quadrilles Quaker replied returned rich Robert Smith Rose scene Schenectady seemed silent smile soon soul Squire sweet tears thee thing thou thought tion told took turned walk Wharton wife window woman word young lady
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 40 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 32 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland...
Seite 29 - The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide: The level chambers, ready with their pride, Were glowing to receive a thousand guests: The carved angels, ever eager-eyed, Stared where upon their heads the cornice rests, With hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts.
Seite 31 - Buttress'd from moonlight, stands he, and implores All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.
Seite 30 - Of old romance. These let us wish away, And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there, Whose heart had brooded, all that wintry day, On love, and winged St. Agnes' saintly care, As she had heard old dames full many times declare. They told her how, upon St. Agnes...
Seite 36 - For I am slow and feeble, and scarce dare On such a catering trust my dizzy head. Wait here, my child, with patience kneel in prayer The while : Ah ! thou must needs the lady wed, Or may I never leave my grave among the dead.
Seite 167 - That pavement, damp and cold, no smiling courtiers tread ; one silent woman stands, lifting with meagre hands, a dying head. No mingling voices sound — an infant wail alone; a sob suppressed — again that short deep gasp, and then the parting groan ! Oh ! change — oh, wondrous change ! burst are the prison bars ! This moment there, so low, so agonized ; — and now, beyond the stars ! Oh ! change — stupendous change ! There lies the soulless clod : — the sun eternal breaks — the new immortal...
Seite 38 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Seite 36 - Which was, to lead him, in close secrecy, Even to Madeline's chamber, and there hide Him in a closet, of such privacy...
Seite 43 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.