Poems of WomanhoodG. Coolidge, 1861 - 128 páginas |
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... hope , too dear , too great , Go to thy grave ! I feel thee blasted now . Give me , Fate's sovereign , well to bear the fate - Thy pleasure sends : this , my sole prayer , allow ! THE LORD OF BURLEIGH . IN her ear he whispers 12 POEMS ...
... hope , too dear , too great , Go to thy grave ! I feel thee blasted now . Give me , Fate's sovereign , well to bear the fate - Thy pleasure sends : this , my sole prayer , allow ! THE LORD OF BURLEIGH . IN her ear he whispers 12 POEMS ...
Página 21
... hope to live Until that blesséd time , and thou art here ? I'll tell thee ; for thy sake I will lay hold Of all good aims , and consecrate to thee , In worthy deeds , each moment that is told While thou , beloved one , art far from me ...
... hope to live Until that blesséd time , and thou art here ? I'll tell thee ; for thy sake I will lay hold Of all good aims , and consecrate to thee , In worthy deeds , each moment that is told While thou , beloved one , art far from me ...
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... hope of thee through many a pang she nursed ; And when , ' midst anguish like the parting strife , Her babe was in her arms , the agony Was all forgot , in bliss of loving thee . Be gentle to thy mother ; long she bore Thine infant ...
... hope of thee through many a pang she nursed ; And when , ' midst anguish like the parting strife , Her babe was in her arms , the agony Was all forgot , in bliss of loving thee . Be gentle to thy mother ; long she bore Thine infant ...
Página 28
... hope for peace when she is dust . O mother mine ! God grant I ne'er forget , Whatever be my grief , or what my joy , The unmeasured , unextinguishable debt I owe thy love ; but make my sweet employ Ever through thy remaining days to be ...
... hope for peace when she is dust . O mother mine ! God grant I ne'er forget , Whatever be my grief , or what my joy , The unmeasured , unextinguishable debt I owe thy love ; but make my sweet employ Ever through thy remaining days to be ...
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... hope's brightest garland wove ; - To thee my lay is due , the simplest song Which Nature gave me at life's opening day ; To thee these rude , these untaught strains belong , Whose heart indulgent will not spurn my lay . O , say , amid ...
... hope's brightest garland wove ; - To thee my lay is due , the simplest song Which Nature gave me at life's opening day ; To thee these rude , these untaught strains belong , Whose heart indulgent will not spurn my lay . O , say , amid ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alfred Tennyson angel ASTHMA babe Barbara Fane beauty beside blessed bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow cheek cheer child dark dear deep Dickie Lee doth dream E'en earth eyes face faded fair Faithful forever fame Father fear feel flowers fond fount gaze gentle grace grave gray grief hair hand happy hath heart heaven Home Journal hope hour Joanna Baillie kiss knee lady life's light lips lisped live lonely look love's mother-rock murmur ne'er neath never night noble o'er old ring pain Pilgrim Society prayer rapture rest RHEIMS rills round shade shining sigh sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star steal sweet tears tender Thane thee thine thou hast thought thrill thy mother tread true Twill twine unto Venomed voice wanders warm watch weary weep whisper white banner WIDOW wife wild woman words youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 67 - Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart, as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep; — Rock me to sleep, mother, —rock me to sleep ! Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
Página 63 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Página 68 - Come, let your brown hair just lighted with gold Fall on your shoulders again as of old : Let it drop over my forehead to-night, Shading my faint eyes away from the light ; For with its sunny-edged shadows once more Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore ; Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep ; Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.
Página 53 - Aye, on the boy he looks, The bright glad creature springing in his path, But as the heir of his great name, the young And stately tree, whose rising strength ere long Shall bear his trophies well.
Página 36 - While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks, and true obedience — Too little payment for so great a debt.
Página 26 - After the evening prayer, And speak of what these pages said, In tones my heart would thrill! Though they are with the silent dead, Here are they living still! My father read this Holy Book To brothers, sisters dear...
Página 25 - THIS book is all that's left me now, — Tears will unbidden start, — With faltering lip and throbbing brow I press it to my heart. For many generations past Here is our family tree ; My mother's hands this Bible clasped, She, dying, gave it me.
Página 4 - One chord that any other hand Could better wake or still? Speak now - lest at some future day my whole life wither and decay. Lives there within thy nature hid The demon-spirit Change, Shedding a passing glory still On all things new and strange? It may not be thy fault alone - but shield my heart against thy own.
Página 104 - Unto the Temple service: — by the hand She led him, and her silent soul, the while, Oft as the dewy laughter of his eye Met her sweet serious glance, rejoiced to think That aught so pure, so beautiful, was hers, To bring before her God.
Página 16 - And he look'd at her and said, " Bring the dress and put it on her, That she wore when she was wed.