The Deserted Bride: And Other PoemsD. Appleton and Company, 1843 - 172 páginas |
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... prayer for Clifford only , I resign me to my fate . Chains that bind the soul I've proven Strong as they were iron - woven . Deep the wo that fast is sending From my cheek 11 THE DESERTED BRIDE (Illustrated by J G Chapman WOMAN.
... prayer for Clifford only , I resign me to my fate . Chains that bind the soul I've proven Strong as they were iron - woven . Deep the wo that fast is sending From my cheek 11 THE DESERTED BRIDE (Illustrated by J G Chapman WOMAN.
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And Other Poems George Pope Morris. Deep the wo that fast is sending From my cheek its healthful bloom ; Sad my thoughts as willows bending O'er the borders of the tomb . Without Clifford not a blessing In the world is worth possessing ...
And Other Poems George Pope Morris. Deep the wo that fast is sending From my cheek its healthful bloom ; Sad my thoughts as willows bending O'er the borders of the tomb . Without Clifford not a blessing In the world is worth possessing ...
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... to the very lees , Drain thy bitter chalice , Pain ? Silent grief all grief excels ; Life and it together part , Like a restless worm it dwells Deep within the human heart ! THE SEASONS OF LOVE . THE spring - time of 51 SILENT GRIEF.
... to the very lees , Drain thy bitter chalice , Pain ? Silent grief all grief excels ; Life and it together part , Like a restless worm it dwells Deep within the human heart ! THE SEASONS OF LOVE . THE spring - time of 51 SILENT GRIEF.
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... deep - tangled wiles Of hawthorn and sweet - briar . Oh , would that she were here , That fair and gentle thing , Whose voice is like the melody Breathed by the wind - harp's string . Oh , would that she were here , Where the free ...
... deep - tangled wiles Of hawthorn and sweet - briar . Oh , would that she were here , That fair and gentle thing , Whose voice is like the melody Breathed by the wind - harp's string . Oh , would that she were here , Where the free ...
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... deep to the chime of the nautical bells , To woman , God bless her ! wherever she dwells ! Then fill high the brimmer ! —the land is in sight , We'll be happy , if never again , boys , to night . THE COT NEAR THE WOOD . HARD by I've a 73 ...
... deep to the chime of the nautical bells , To woman , God bless her ! wherever she dwells ! Then fill high the brimmer ! —the land is in sight , We'll be happy , if never again , boys , to night . THE COT NEAR THE WOOD . HARD by I've a 73 ...
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beam beauty beloved Bessy Bell bird bless bloom bosom bough bower boys breathes breeze bride bright brimmer the land brow cheer clime dear dearest earth eyes fade fair fate fill high flower forest forget French leave gentle glide glory glow grief grove gushing hand Hast heaven honour and obey hour Hurrah Indians JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES kiss'd lady leaves light Long time ago love thee Love's lover maid Marion's McRea MIDNIGHT BELL miss thee moon mountain native ne'er never New-York night Nymphs o'er open thy lattice Palestine pine-tree Pocahontas Powhattan pride Queen red-man Rhyme RHYME AND REASON roam Sally St scene shade silent skies song soul spirit sprites star stream sunbeam sway'd by smiles tears thine thou to-night tree true Twas waves weary Westward ho whip poor WHIP-POOR-WILL wings wood woodman YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Página 39 - WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE! , spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
Página 43 - Ah ! well do I remember those Whose names these records bear Who round the hearth-stone used to close After the evening prayer, And speak of what these pages said, In tones my heart would thrill ! Though they are with the silent dead, Here are they living still ! My father read this holy book To brothers, sisters dear...
Página 168 - After a moment's pause, he added: " Don't think me foolish. I don't know how it is: I never ride out but I turn down this lane to look at that old tree. I have a thousand recollections about it, and I always greet it as a familiar and well-remembered friend.
Página 43 - I've tried ; Where all were false I found thee true, My counsellor and guide. The mines of earth no treasures give That could this volume buy : In teaching me the way to live, It taught me how to die.
Página 40 - When but an idle boy, I sought its 'grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here too my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand, — Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand!
Página 168 - Riding out of town a few days since, in company with a friend, an old gentleman, he invited me to turn down a little, romantic woodland pass, not far from Bloomingdale. " Your object?" inquired I. " Merely to look once more at an old tree planted by my grandfather long before I was born, under which I used to play when a boy, and where my sisters played with me.
Página 15 - Yet do not think I doubt thee, I know thy truth remains. I would not live without thee, For all the world contains. Thou art the star that guides me Along life's troubled sea ; And whatever fate betides me, This heart still turns to thee.
Página 42 - This book is all that's left me now, — Tears will unbidden start, — With faltering lip and throbbing brow I press it to my heart. For many generations past Here is our family tree; My mother's hands this Bible clasped, She, dying, gave it me.
Página 39 - Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties ; Oh, spare that aged oak Now towering to the skies ! When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here, too, my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand...
Página 47 - I NEVER have been false to thee ! The heart I gave thee still is thine ; Though thou hast been untrue to me, And I no more may call thee mine ! I've loved, as woman ever loves, With constant soul in good or ill...