PoemsD. Appleton & Company, 1856 - 264 páginas |
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amid beams beauty beneath bird blessed bliss blossoms blue blue air blue heaven blue streams bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright brow cheek clouds death deep dewy dreams dwell e'en earth ENTERING THE MAMMOTH eyes face fair farewell feel fling floats flowers folded gaze gentle glance glee glittering glowing golden gush hath heaven hushed laughing light linger linked lips lone lovelier lute MAMMOTH CAVE melody melting memory mournful murmur neath o'er orbs pale perfume prayer raptures rill ring-dove rose round thee seems shining sigh silent silent hills sing skies sleep slumber smile soft soft eye softly song soul stars steal sunny sweet sweet dreams sweetly tears thine thou art thou wilt thoughts thrill THY DREAMS thy heart thy spirit tone trembling tresses twas twilight unto voice wander warm waves weep where'er whisper wild wind wing
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Página 29 - The twilight hours, like birds, flew by, As lightly and as free ; Ten thousand stars were in the sky, Ten thousand on the sea ; For every wave with dimpled face, That leaped upon the air, Had caught a star in its embrace, And held it trembling there.
Página 10 - ... catch the cool breeze, That scattered the rain-drops and dimpled the seas, Far up the blue sky a fair rainbow unrolled Its soft-tinted pinions of purple and gold. 'Twas born in a moment, yet, quick as its birth, It had stretched to the uttermost ends of the earth, And, fair as an angej, it floated as free, With a wing on the earth and a wing on the sea.
Página 18 - Comes with a low sweet tune, And sets a star on every height And one beside the moon, When not a sound of wind or wave The holy stillness mars, I look above and strive to trace Their dwellings in the stars. The birds of summer hours — They bring a gush of glee To the child among the dewy flowers, To the sailor on the sea. We hear their thrilling voices In their swift and airy flight, And the inmost heart rejoices With a calm and pure delight. In the stillness of the starlight hours, When I am with...
Página 21 - For she is all simplicity, A creature soft and mild — Though on the eve of womanhood, In heart a very child. And yet, within the misty depths Of her dark dreamy eyes, A shadowy something, like deep thought, In tender sadness lies : For though her glance still shines as bright As in her childish years Its wildness and its lustre now Are softened down by tears — Tears that steal not from hidden springs...
Página 10 - Yet I felt that the spirit of worship was there, And bent my young head, in devotion and love, 'Neath the form of the angel, that floated above. How wide was the sweep of its beautiful wings ! How boundless its circle ! how radiant its rings ! If I looked on...
Página 32 - ... ours. I heard the laughing wind behind A-playing with my hair ; The breezy fingers of the wind — How cool and moist they were ! I heard the night-bird warbling o'er Its soft enchanting strain ; I never heard such sounds before, And never shall again. Then wherefore weave such strains as these And sing them day by day, When every bird upon the breeze Can sing a sweeter lay ! I'd give the world for their sweet art, The simple, the divine — I'd give the world to melt one heart As they have melted...
Página 218 - The spirit oft oppressed with doubt, May strive to cast Thee from its thought, But who can shut thy presence out, Thou mighty Guest that com'st unsought ! In spite of all our cold resolves, Whate'er our thoughts...
Página 183 - There's a charm in delivery, a magical art, That thrills, like a kiss, from the lip to the heart ; 'Tis the glance — the expression — the well-chosen word, By whose magic the depths of the spirit are stirred, The smile — the mute gesture — the soul-startling pause, The eye's sweet expression — that melts while it awes, The lip's soft persuasion — its musical tone — 0 such was the charm of that eloquent one...
Página 216 - The summer flowers, the fair, the sweet, Upspringing freely from the sod, In whose soft looks we seem to meet, At every step, Thy smiles, O God ! The humblest soul their sweetness shares, They bloom in palace-hall, or cot — Give me, O Lord ! a heart like theirs, Contented with my lowly lot! Within their pure ambrosial bells, In odours sweet Thy Spirit dwells; Their breath may seem to scent the air — Tis Thine, O God!
Página 21 - Of her dark dreamy eyes, A shadowy something, like deep thought, In tender sadness lies : For though her glance still shines as bright As in her childish years Its wildness and its lustre now Are softened down by tears — Tears that steal not from hidden springs Of sorrow and regret, For none but lovely feelings in Her gentle breast have met; For every tear tha,t gems her eye From her young bosom flows, Like dew-drops from a golden star, Or sweetness from a rose.