Trifles in Verse: A Collection of Fugitive Poems

Robinson and Jones, 1845 - 184 páginas
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Página 96 - 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 A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Página 42 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly...
Página 49 - His storm and wind shook thy soul with pious awe, — there are thy affections, there is thy country. Where the first human eye bent lovingly over thy cradle, where thy mother first bore thee joyfully on her bosom, where thy father engraved the words of wisdom on thy heart, — there are thy affections...
Página 99 - You lie, in faith, for you are called plain Kate, And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst ; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of...
Página 13 - Like the dim traditions, hoary, Of our loved and native clime; Like some half-forgotten story, Read or heard in olden time ; Like the fresh'ning dew of even To the parched and drooping flower ; Like the peaceful thoughts of Heaven In life's tempest-stricken hour ; Like the cadence of a song, — Yet, oh, sweeter far than these, Are the thoughts that round us throng With those
Página 14 - Like the peaceful thought of Heaven, In life's tempest-stricken hour; Like the cadence of a song ; — Yet, oh ! sweeter far than these Are the thoughts that round us throng With those Olden Memories...
Página 15 - Oh ! then, sweeter than perfume Borne on aromatic breeze, To the softened spirit come Those dear " Olden Memories !" In our days of mirth and gladness We may spurn their faint control, But they come, in hours of sadness, Like sweet music to the soul ; And in sorrow, o'er us stealing With their gentleness and calm, They are leaves of precious healing, They are fruits of choicest balm. Ever till, when life departs, Death from dross the spirit frees, Cherish, in thine heart of hearts, All thine " Olden...
Página 74 - Light to thy path, bright creature! I would charm Thy being, if I could, that it should be Ever as now thou dreamest, and flow on, Thus innocent and beautiful, to heaven.
Página 183 - Why should the memories of the dead Be ever those of gloom and sadness ? — Why should their dwellings not be made 'Mid scenes of light, and life, and gladness ? Here let the young and gay repair, And in this scene of light and beauty, Gather from earth, and sky, and air, Lessons of life, and love, and duty...

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