The New-York Book of PoetryCharles Fenno Hoffman G. Dearborn, 1837 - 253 páginas |
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... youth and of my heart-- No magic can this hour restore - Then crown it ere we part . Ye are my friends , my chosen ones Whose blood would flow with fervour true For me - and free as this wine runs Would mine , by Heaven ! for you . Yet ...
... youth and of my heart-- No magic can this hour restore - Then crown it ere we part . Ye are my friends , my chosen ones Whose blood would flow with fervour true For me - and free as this wine runs Would mine , by Heaven ! for you . Yet ...
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... youth and loveliness , Like her I love ; Oh , come in thy full dress , The drapery of dark winter cast away ; To the bright eye and the glad heart appear , Queen of the Spring and mistress of the year . Yet , lovely May ! Teach her ...
... youth and loveliness , Like her I love ; Oh , come in thy full dress , The drapery of dark winter cast away ; To the bright eye and the glad heart appear , Queen of the Spring and mistress of the year . Yet , lovely May ! Teach her ...
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... youth may be , Toward thee I still the same devotion bear ; To thee to thee — though health and hope no more Life's wasted verdure may to me restore- I still can , child - like , come as when in prayer I bowed my head upon a mother's ...
... youth may be , Toward thee I still the same devotion bear ; To thee to thee — though health and hope no more Life's wasted verdure may to me restore- I still can , child - like , come as when in prayer I bowed my head upon a mother's ...
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... And they shall sound no more for aye : And hang it on the cypress tree , The hours of youth and song have passed , Have gone , with all their witchery ; Lost lyre ! these numbers are thy last . TO MY WIFE . BY LINDLEY MURRAY . WHEN on 68.
... And they shall sound no more for aye : And hang it on the cypress tree , The hours of youth and song have passed , Have gone , with all their witchery ; Lost lyre ! these numbers are thy last . TO MY WIFE . BY LINDLEY MURRAY . WHEN on 68.
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... youth's pleasant maze , While gladsome hope illumed the onward distance , And lit with sunbeams thy expectant days . How have the garlands of thy childhood withered , And hope's false anthem died upon the air ! Death's cloudy tempests o ...
... youth's pleasant maze , While gladsome hope illumed the onward distance , And lit with sunbeams thy expectant days . How have the garlands of thy childhood withered , And hope's false anthem died upon the air ! Death's cloudy tempests o ...
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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