The New-York Book of PoetryCharles Fenno Hoffman G. Dearborn, 1837 - 253 páginas |
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... seen , Sad as the faces of friends that die , And beautiful as their memory . Love hath its thoughts , we cannot keep , Visions the mind may not control , Waking as fancy does in sleep The secret transports of the soul , Faces and forms ...
... seen , Sad as the faces of friends that die , And beautiful as their memory . Love hath its thoughts , we cannot keep , Visions the mind may not control , Waking as fancy does in sleep The secret transports of the soul , Faces and forms ...
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... seen our Museums , beheld the dummies That grin in darkness in their coffin cases ; What think'st thou of the art of making mummies , So that the worms shrink from their dry embraces ? Thou'st seen the mimic tyrants of the stage ...
... seen our Museums , beheld the dummies That grin in darkness in their coffin cases ; What think'st thou of the art of making mummies , So that the worms shrink from their dry embraces ? Thou'st seen the mimic tyrants of the stage ...
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... seen . The mount was rent From top to base - and where so late had smiled Green boughs and blossoms - yawned a frightful chasm , Filled with unnatural darkness . From afar The distant roar of waters then was heard ; 45 They came with ...
... seen . The mount was rent From top to base - and where so late had smiled Green boughs and blossoms - yawned a frightful chasm , Filled with unnatural darkness . From afar The distant roar of waters then was heard ; 45 They came with ...
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... seen this , gaze upon that cloud . How from the bosom of its blackness springs The cleaving lightning kindling on its way , Flinging such blinding glory from its wings , That he who looks grows drunk with its array Of power and beauty ...
... seen this , gaze upon that cloud . How from the bosom of its blackness springs The cleaving lightning kindling on its way , Flinging such blinding glory from its wings , That he who looks grows drunk with its array Of power and beauty ...
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... seen The stranger's struggling form ; And the meteor flash of his sword might seem Like a beacon ' mid the storm . For still , while with his strong right arm He buffeted the wave , The other upheld that treasured prize He would give ...
... seen The stranger's struggling form ; And the meteor flash of his sword might seem Like a beacon ' mid the storm . For still , while with his strong right arm He buffeted the wave , The other upheld that treasured prize He would give ...
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Ajalon azure skies beam beauty beneath bird bless bloom bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow C. F. HOFFMAN CALLICOON charm cheek clouds coursers dark death deep dost dream dreaming lip e'en earth echo EDWARD SANFORD fade fair flowers forest gallant gaze Gibeon glance gleam gloom glory glow green hath heart heaven hills hope hour hues JOHN INMAN land life's light loitering flight lone lyre melody MISS ELIZABETH morning mountain ne'er night numbers o'er pale pale night pride pure rest roll rose round rove scene shade shore sigh skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sparkling spirit spring star steal stream sweet tears tempest thee Theodorus Bailey thine thou thought throng tide tree VISIT FROM ST voice waves ween weep WHIP-POOR-WILL wild WILLIAM LEGGETT wind wings wood youth
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Página 120 - fly In triumph o'er his closing eye. Flag of the free heart's hope and home ! By angel hands to valour given ; Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. For ever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?
Página 219 - And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle; But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight, " Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Página 219 - droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round
Página 120 - For ever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?
Página 219 - like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a
Página 3 - His echoing axe the settler swung Amid the sea-like solitude, And rushing, thundering, down were flung The Titans of the wood ; Loud shriek'd the eagle as he dash'd From out his mossy nest, which crash'd With its supporting bough, And the first sunlight, leaping, flash'd
Página 119 - Flag of the brave ! thy folds shall fly, The sign of hope and triumph high, When speaks the signal trumpet tone, And the long line comes gleaming on. Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet, Has dimm'd the glistening bayonet, Each soldier eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky-born glories burn; And as his springing steps advance, Catch war and vengeance from the glance. And when the cannon-mouthings loud
Página 56 - Her banner float above thy waves Where proudly it hath swept before ? Hath not remembrance then a charm To break the fetters and the chain, To bid thy children nerve the arm, And strike for freedom once again 1 No ! coward souls ! the light which shone On Leuctra's war-empurpled day, The light which
Página 4 - tinkling bell, All made a landscape strange, Which was the living chronicle Of deeds that wrought the change. The violet sprung at Spring's first tinge, The rose of Summer spread its glow, The maize hung out its Autumn fringe, Rude Winter brought his snow;
Página 121 - The glad earth smiled to see the day, The first-born day came blushing in ; The young day smiled to shed its ray Upon a world untouched by sin. " Let there be light!" O'er heaven and earth, The God who first the day-beam pour'd, Whispered again his fiat forth, And shed