The Vigil of Faith, and Other PoemsHarper & brothers, 1845 - 158 страници |
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adore aught awhile bark beam beauty's beneath birchen bird blossom blue bosom boughs bower breast breath breeze bright bright eye brook buds charms cheek courser dare dearest death deep Doth dream e'er earth eyes faith feeling float flowers forest gaze glade glance gleam hath heart heaven hope hour hues hunter INCA-PAH-CHO Indian Iroquois lady lake LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS leafy leaves Lesbia life's light lips loitering look Loon love thee love's lover martial music melt Merrily MINT JULEP moon morning mountain Myrtle and Steel mystic circle ne'er never night o'er once RACKETT rill Rosalie Clare round seem'd shallop shore skies smile soft song soul spring Stanza stars steal sweet TAHAWUS tale tell tenderness There's thine thou thought tide told true trust Twas wake wander watch wave WEST POINT wild wind wings wood wouldst young young loves youth
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Страница 61 - To drink to-night, with hearts as light, To loves as gay and fleeting As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, And break on the lips while meeting.
Страница 110 - Say ! art thou, long mid forest glooms benighted, So glad to skim our laughing meadows over, With our gay orchards here so much delighted, It makes thee musical, thou airy rover? Or are those buoyant notes the...
Страница 54 - TRIJTH of me, dearest, when day is breaking Away from the sable chains of night, When the sun, his ocean-couch forsaking, Like a giant first in his strength awaking, Is flinging abroad his limbs of light ; As the breeze that first travels with morning forth...
Страница 110 - THOU vocal sprite ! thou feather'd troubadour ! In pilgrim weeds through many a clime a ranger, Com'st thou to doff thy russet suit once more, And play in foppish trim the...
Страница 115 - YES ! even here, not less than in the crowd, Here, where yon vault in formal sweep seems piled Upon the pines, monotonously proud, Fit dome for fane, within whose hoary veil No ribald voice an echo hath defiled-— Where Silence seems articulate ; up-stealing Like a low anthem's heavenward wail: — Oppressive on my bosom weighs the feeling Of thoughts that language cannot shape aloud...
Страница 41 - ... garb, Love though not wholly blind, as poets wrong him, yet having but one eye, as being born an archer aiming and that eye not the quickest in this dark region here below, which is not love's proper sphere...
Страница 88 - HUNTER'S MATIN. UP, comrades, up ! the mom's awake Upon the mountain side, The curlew's wing hath swept the lake, And the deer has left the tangled brake, To drink from the limpid tide. Up, comrades, up ! the mead-lark's note And the plover's cry o'er the prairie float ; The squirrel, he springs from his covert now, To prank it away on the chestnut bough, Where the oriole's pendant nest, high up, Is rock'd on the swaying trees, While the humbird sips from the harebell's cup, As it bends to the morning...
Страница 115 - Ere long thine every stream shall find a tongue, Land of the Many Waters ! But the sound Of human music, these wild hills among, Hath no one save the Indian mother flung Its spell of tenderness ? Oh, o'er this ground So redolent of...
Страница 75 - And, like the dawn, its cheering rays On rich and poor were meant to fall, Inspiring their Redeemer's praise, In lowly cot, and lordly hall. Then come, when in the orient first Flushes the...
Страница 64 - IS said that the gods on Olympus of old (And who the bright legend profanes with a doubt ?) One night, 'mid their revels, by Bacchus were told That his last butt of nectar had somehow run out ! But determined to send round the goblet once more, They sued to the fairer immortals for aid In composing a draught which, till drinking were o'er, Should cast every wine ever drank in the shade. Grave Ceres herself blithely yielded her corn, And the spirit that lives in each amber-hued grain, And...