The Female Poets of America: With Portraits, Biographical Notices, and Specimens of Their WritingsThomas Buchanan Read E.H. Bulter & Company, 1852 - 462 頁 |
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A. H. DODD angel art thou beaming beauty beneath bird black crypt blessed bloom blossoms bosom Bradford County breast breath breeze bright brow charm clouds cold dark death deep dreams e'en earth ELIZABETH MARGARET CHANDLER eyes fair floating flowers fold gaze gentle gleam gloom glorious glory Graham's Magazine hand hath heart Heaven heir of empire holy hope hour icy towers immortal Johnny life's light lingers lips lonely look lute lyre maiden morning murmuring native neath night o'er pale passed poems poets rest rill rose round scene shade shadow shining sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought tone tread trees trembling voice wake wandering wave weary weep whispered wild wildwood window flying winds wings words young youth
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第 40 頁 - That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head. He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane like a fairy crept ; Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped, By the light of the moon were seen Most beautiful things.
第 363 頁 - Poor indeed thou must be, if around thee Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw ; If no silken cord of love hath bound thee To some little world through weal and woe...
第 39 頁 - Now, I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way ; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain ; — But I'll be as busy as they.
第 39 頁 - THE Frost looked forth one still, clear night, And whispered, " Now I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way. I will not go on like that blustering train, — The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain, But I'll be as busy as they...
第 39 頁 - I'll be as busy as they." Then he flew to the mountain, and powdered its crest ; He lit on the trees, and their boughs he dressed In diamond beads ; and over the breast Of the quivering lake he spread A coat of mail, that it need not fear The downward point of many a spear That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head. He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane, like a fairy, crept ; Wherever he breathed, wherever he...
第 19 頁 - I'll believe thee; Veil, if ill, thy soul's intent, Let me think it innocent! Save thy toiling, spare thy treasure; All I ask is friendship's pleasure; Let the shining ore lie darkling,— Bring no gem in lustre sparkling; Gifts and gold are naught to me, I would only look on thee!
第 21 頁 - How beauteous art thou, 0 thou morning sun ! — The old man, feebly tottering forth, admires As much thy beauty, now life's dream is done, As when he moved exulting in his fires. The infant strains his little arms to catch The rays that glance about his silken hair; And Luxury hangs her amber lamps, to match Thy face, when turn'd away from bower and palace fair.
第 20 頁 - ... lie darkling,— Bring no gem in lustre sparkling; Gifts and gold are naught to me, I would only look on thee! Tell to thee the high-wrought feeling, Ecstasy but in revealing; Paint to thee the deep sensation, Rapture in participation; Yet but torture, if comprest In a lone, unfriended breast. Absent still! Ah! come and bless me! Let these eyes again caress thee. Once in caution, I could fly thee; Now, I nothing could deny thee. In a look if death there be, Come, and I will gaze on thee! MARIA...
第 40 頁 - There were cities, with temples and towers ; and these All pictured in silver sheen. But he did one thing that was hardly fair, — He peeped in the cupboard, and finding there That all had forgotten for him to prepare, " Now, just to set them a-thinking, I'll bite this basket of fruit...
第 50 頁 - SOLITUDE. DEEP Solitude I sought. There was a dell Where woven shades shut out the eye of day, While, towering near, the rugged mountains made Dark back-ground 'gainst the sky. Thither I went, And hade my spirit taste that lonely fount, For which it long had thirsted 'mid the strife And fever of the world.