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23页
... cold grave bore her , Vigils keep . When the summer moon is shining Soft and fair , Friends she loved in tears are twining Chaplets there . Rest in peace , thou gentle spirit , Throned above THE MOURNER'S CHAPLET . 23 Fields,
... cold grave bore her , Vigils keep . When the summer moon is shining Soft and fair , Friends she loved in tears are twining Chaplets there . Rest in peace , thou gentle spirit , Throned above THE MOURNER'S CHAPLET . 23 Fields,
第26页
... summer waves , The thrilling notes of birds , Can never be so dear to me As their remembered words . I sometimes dream their pleasant smiles Still on me sweetly fall , Their tones of love I faintly hear My name in sadness call . I know ...
... summer waves , The thrilling notes of birds , Can never be so dear to me As their remembered words . I sometimes dream their pleasant smiles Still on me sweetly fall , Their tones of love I faintly hear My name in sadness call . I know ...
第28页
... summer noon's retreat , Here was thy favorite fireside seat ; This was thy chamber - here , each day , I sat and watched thy sad decay ; Here , on this bed , thou last didst lie , Here , on this pillow , thou didst die : Dark hour ...
... summer noon's retreat , Here was thy favorite fireside seat ; This was thy chamber - here , each day , I sat and watched thy sad decay ; Here , on this bed , thou last didst lie , Here , on this pillow , thou didst die : Dark hour ...
第30页
... just cold bosoms , And the warm sunshine trodden out forever ! Yet have I chosen for thy grave , my child , A bank where I have lain in summer hours , And thought how little it would seem like death To 30 THE MOURNER'S CHAPLET .
... just cold bosoms , And the warm sunshine trodden out forever ! Yet have I chosen for thy grave , my child , A bank where I have lain in summer hours , And thought how little it would seem like death To 30 THE MOURNER'S CHAPLET .
第33页
... summer's forests o'er her wave ; And sighing winds at autumn moan Around the little stranger's grave , As though they murmured at the fate Of one so lone and desolate . In sounds that seem like sorrow's own , Their funeral dirges ...
... summer's forests o'er her wave ; And sighing winds at autumn moan Around the little stranger's grave , As though they murmured at the fate Of one so lone and desolate . In sounds that seem like sorrow's own , Their funeral dirges ...
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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!