The Deserted Bride: And Other PoemsD. Appleton and Company, 1843 - 172 páginas |
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... spirit's pinion , And became my willing slave ! Knelt and pray'd until he won me Looks he coldly now upon me ? Ingrate ! Never sure was maiden - Wrong'd so foul as I. With grief My true breast is overladen Tears afford me no relief ...
... spirit's pinion , And became my willing slave ! Knelt and pray'd until he won me Looks he coldly now upon me ? Ingrate ! Never sure was maiden - Wrong'd so foul as I. With grief My true breast is overladen Tears afford me no relief ...
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... spirit is broken , My day - star of hope has declined ; For a month not a word have I spoken , That's either polite or refined . My mind's like the sky in bad weather When mist - clouds around us are curl'd : And , viewing myself ...
... spirit is broken , My day - star of hope has declined ; For a month not a word have I spoken , That's either polite or refined . My mind's like the sky in bad weather When mist - clouds around us are curl'd : And , viewing myself ...
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... leaves upon the spray , Peaceful flow our cares away ! *** Yet , alas ! the hour is brief , Left for either joy or grief , All on earth that we inherit From the hands of the Great Spirit . Wigwam , hill , plain , lake and field , 30.
... leaves upon the spray , Peaceful flow our cares away ! *** Yet , alas ! the hour is brief , Left for either joy or grief , All on earth that we inherit From the hands of the Great Spirit . Wigwam , hill , plain , lake and field , 30.
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... prairies , waving high , Boundless as the sheeted sky , Where our fathers ' spirits roam , And the red - man has a home . Let tradition tell our story As we fade in cloudless glory , As we seek the land of rest Beyond the borders 31.
... prairies , waving high , Boundless as the sheeted sky , Where our fathers ' spirits roam , And the red - man has a home . Let tradition tell our story As we fade in cloudless glory , As we seek the land of rest Beyond the borders 31.
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... Spirit fell Upon the red - men like a spell ! No more those waters slake their thirst , Shadeless to them that tree ! O'er land and lake they roam accurst , And in the clouds they see Thy spirit unavenged , McRea ! LINES AFTER THE ...
... Spirit fell Upon the red - men like a spell ! No more those waters slake their thirst , Shadeless to them that tree ! O'er land and lake they roam accurst , And in the clouds they see Thy spirit unavenged , McRea ! LINES AFTER THE ...
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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...