The Poetical Works of Eliza CookJ. Ball, 1850 - 392 páginas |
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BALLAD STANZAS beam bear beautiful beneath bird bless bloom brave breast breath bright brow burning carrion crow cheek child cold cricket cried dare dark dead dear death deep dream dwell earth echo ELIZA COOK Ellerslie fair fame fear fling flowers gaze gems gentle glance glory glowing gold grave hand hath heard heart Hempseed Hot Cross Buns hour Hubert Grey land laugh light lips live look lyre mercy merry mirth mother ne'er neath never nigh night nightshade o'er pain Patrick's Day Petrel prayer quail rich rill round serfdom shade shine sigh sing sleep smile soul Spirit of Song spring STANZAS star steed stream sweet tale tear tell thee There's thine Thou hast tide tone tree tree of death truth Twas voice warm watchmen waters wave way-marks ween weeping wild wind wing young
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Página 55 - I've treasured it long as a sainted prize, I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it with sighs ; 'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart ; Not a tie will break, not a link will start. Would ye learn the spell ? a mother sat there, And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair.
Página 306 - To change them for the regal vest, and don a kingly crown. Fame was too earnest in her joy — too proud of such a son — To let a robe and title mask a noble Washington.
Página 373 - Beautiful creatures of freedom and light, Oh ! where is the eye that groweth not bright As it watches you trimming your soft, glossy coats, Swelling your bosoms and ruffling your throats ? Oh ! I would not ask, as the old ditties sing, To be " happy as sand-boy," or " happy as king ;" For the joy is more blissful that bids me declare, " I'm as happy as all the wild birds in the air.
Página 105 - NATURE'S GENTLEMAN. WHOM do we dub as Gentlemen ? The knave, the fool, the brute — If they but own full tithe of gold, and wear a courtly suit ; The parchment scroll of titled line, the...
Página 83 - He carried the master to barter his grain, And ever returned with him safely again : There was merit in that, for deny it who may, When the master could not, Dobbin could find his way. The dairy-maid ventured her eggs on his back : "Twas him, and him only, she'd trust with the pack. The team-horses jolted, the roadster played pranks, So Dobbin alone had her faith and her thanks. We fun-loving urchins would group by his side ; We might fearlessly mount him, and daringly ride ; We might creep through...
Página 117 - HE'LL WAKE NO MORE! His young bride stood beside his bed, Her we eping watch to keep ; Hush ! hush ! he stirred not — was he dead, Or did he only sleep ? His brow was calm, no change was there, No sigh had filled his breath ; Oh ! did he wear that smile so fair In slumber or in death ? '
Página 106 - He turns not from the cheerless home, where sorrow's offsprings dwell ; He'll greet the peasant in his hut — the culprit in his cell. He stays to hear the widow's plaint of deep and mourning love, He seeks to aid her lot below, and prompt her faith above. The orphan child, the friendless one, the luckless, or the poor, Will never meet his spurning frown, or leave his bolted...
Página 107 - He's social with the gray-haired one and merry with the young ; He gravely shares the council speech or joins the rustic game, And shines as nature's gentleman, in every place the same. No haughty gesture marks his gait, no pompous tone his word, No studied attitude is seen, no palling nonsense heard ; He'll suit his bearing to the hour — laugh, listen, learn, or teach, With joyous freedom in his mirth, and candor in his speech.
Página 308 - Upon the record momenta bear ! Time is indeed a precious boon, But with the boon a task is given ; The heart must learn its duty well, To man on earth, and God in heaven. Take heed, then, play not with thine hours, Beware, unthinking youth, beware ! The one who acts the part he ought, Will have but little Time to spare.
Página 246 - The coward wretch whose hand and heart Can bear to torture aught below, Is ever first to quail and start From slightest pain or equal foe. 12. Be not too ready to condemn The wrong thy brothers may have done; Ere ye too harshly censure them For human faults, ask —