The Mourner's Chaplet: An Offering of Sympathy for Bereaved Friends. Selected from American PoetsGould, Kendall & Lincoln, 1844 - 120 páginas |
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... cheek displayed the red rose - tint That health had painted there . And then , in all my thoughtfulness , I could not but rejoice To hear upon the morning wind The music of thy voice , - Now echoing in the rapturous laugh , Now sad ...
... cheek displayed the red rose - tint That health had painted there . And then , in all my thoughtfulness , I could not but rejoice To hear upon the morning wind The music of thy voice , - Now echoing in the rapturous laugh , Now sad ...
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... never burn again . The cheek was pale ; the snowy lips Were gently thrown apart ; And life , in every passing breath , Seemed gushing from the heart . I knew those marble lips to mine Should never more THE MOURNER'S CHAPLET . 13.
... never burn again . The cheek was pale ; the snowy lips Were gently thrown apart ; And life , in every passing breath , Seemed gushing from the heart . I knew those marble lips to mine Should never more THE MOURNER'S CHAPLET . 13.
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... cheek no more will touch thy breast ; No more the music - tone Float from his lips , to thine all fondly pressed ; His smile and happy laugh are lost to thee : Earth must his mother and his pillow be . His was the morning hour , And he ...
... cheek no more will touch thy breast ; No more the music - tone Float from his lips , to thine all fondly pressed ; His smile and happy laugh are lost to thee : Earth must his mother and his pillow be . His was the morning hour , And he ...
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... cheek and lip . He touched the veins with ice , And the rose faded . Forth from those blue eyes There spake a wishful tenderness , a doubt Whether to grieve or sleep , which innocence Alone may wear . With ruthless haste he bound The ...
... cheek and lip . He touched the veins with ice , And the rose faded . Forth from those blue eyes There spake a wishful tenderness , a doubt Whether to grieve or sleep , which innocence Alone may wear . With ruthless haste he bound The ...
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... cheek had shed Autumnal mildew o'er the rose - like red ! And yet what mourner , though the pensive eye Be dimly thoughtful in its burning tears , But should with rapture gaze upon the sky , Through whose far depths the spirit's wing ca ...
... cheek had shed Autumnal mildew o'er the rose - like red ! And yet what mourner , though the pensive eye Be dimly thoughtful in its burning tears , But should with rapture gaze upon the sky , Through whose far depths the spirit's wing ca ...
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 25 - 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.
Página 61 - 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.
Página 24 - When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight...
Página 61 - 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.
Página 50 - 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...
Página 51 - 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 !
Página 20 - 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...
Página 60 - 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.
Página 83 - 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
Página 20 - 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!