The Mourner's Chaplet: An Offering of Sympathy for Bereaved Friends. Selected from American PoetsGould, Kendall & Lincoln, 1844 - 120页 |
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第v页
... Early Dead , · Clark , 35 On the Death of a Friend , • Pabodie , 36 My Child , • Scott , 37 On the Death of G. Conrad Mecke , The Early Called , The Land of the Blest , I thought it Slept , The Grave , Mowatt , 40 · Tuckerman , 42 ...
... Early Dead , · Clark , 35 On the Death of a Friend , • Pabodie , 36 My Child , • Scott , 37 On the Death of G. Conrad Mecke , The Early Called , The Land of the Blest , I thought it Slept , The Grave , Mowatt , 40 · Tuckerman , 42 ...
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... , 117 To an Infant , A Remembrance , The Early Dead , Spiritual Impressions , The Death - bed of Beauty , To Alice , aged Two Years , Walter , 118 Clark , 122 123 Smith , 125 Rockwell , 127 Keese , 128 CONTENTS . vii.
... , 117 To an Infant , A Remembrance , The Early Dead , Spiritual Impressions , The Death - bed of Beauty , To Alice , aged Two Years , Walter , 118 Clark , 122 123 Smith , 125 Rockwell , 127 Keese , 128 CONTENTS . vii.
第16页
... early rose . Never on earth again Will his rich accents charm thy listening ear , Like some Æolian strain , Breathing at eventide serene and clear ; His voice is choked in dust , and on his eyes The unbroken seal of peace and silence ...
... early rose . Never on earth again Will his rich accents charm thy listening ear , Like some Æolian strain , Breathing at eventide serene and clear ; His voice is choked in dust , and on his eyes The unbroken seal of peace and silence ...
第35页
... EARLY DEAD . WILLIS G. CLARK . IF it be sad to mark the bowed with age Sink in the halls of the remorseless tomb , Closing the changes of life's pilgrimage In the still darkness of its mouldering gloom : O ! what a shadow o'er the heart ...
... EARLY DEAD . WILLIS G. CLARK . IF it be sad to mark the bowed with age Sink in the halls of the remorseless tomb , Closing the changes of life's pilgrimage In the still darkness of its mouldering gloom : O ! what a shadow o'er the heart ...
第42页
... EARLY CALLED . HENRY T. TUCKERMAN . Suggested by the death of Willets , the young and inter- esting son of Mr. John Keese , who perished by drowning , April 21 , 1843 . WHERE are thy many fearful spells , O death ! In the sweet presence ...
... EARLY CALLED . HENRY T. TUCKERMAN . Suggested by the death of Willets , the young and inter- esting son of Mr. John Keese , who perished by drowning , April 21 , 1843 . WHERE are thy many fearful spells , O death ! In the sweet presence ...
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angel ANNA CORA MOWATT beauty BEREAVED bitter blessed blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath breeze bright brow budding graces calm charm cheek cherub child clasped cold dark dark at noon dead dear death death angelic dreams dust earth EARTH'S CHILDREN faded fair fair brow feel flowers fond forever gazed gentle gloom gone grave grief happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour infant land art life's light lips live lone look memory mother mourn N. P. WILLIS ne'er never nevermore o'er pale passed peace pillow prayer pure rest rocky steps rose round seraph shed shining sigh silent sing sister skies sleep slumber smile soft sorrow soul spirit spring stars strange angelic sweet tears tender thee thine eye thou art thought tomb tone vision voice wake watched wave weary weep wild WILLIAM LEGGETT wings young
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第25页 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
第61页 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. My Lord has need of these flowerets gay, The Reaper said, and smiled : Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
第24页 - When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight...
第61页 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. 'They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
第50页 - MOTHER, how still the baby lies ! I cannot hear his breath ; I cannot see his laughing eyes — They tell me this is death. My little work I thought to bring, And sat down by his bed, And pleasantly I tried to sing — They hushed me — he is dead. They say that he again will rise, More beautiful than now ; That God will bless him in the skies — 0, mother, tell me how...
第51页 - O, yes, mamma ! how very gay Its wings of starry gold ! And see ! it lightly flies away Beyond my gentle hold. O, mother, now I know full well, If God that worm can change, And draw it from this broken cell, On golden wings to range, — How beautiful will brother be, When God shall give him wings, Above this dying world to flee, And live with heavenly things !
第20页 - I cannot make him dead ! His fair sunshiny head Is ever bounding round my study chair ; Yet when my eyes, now dim With tears, I turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there...
第60页 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.
第83页 - Should the .visions which hope spreads in light to thine eye, Like the tints of the rainbow, but brighten to fly, Then turn, and, through tears of repentant regret " Look aloft " to the sun that is never to set. Should they who are dearest, the son of thy heart, The wife of thy bosom, in sorrow depart, "Look aloft" from the darkness and dust of the tomb, To that soil where
第20页 - Closed are his eyes; cold is his forehead fair; My hand that marble felt; O'er it in prayer I knelt; Yet my heart whispers that — he is not there ! I cannot make him dead!