The Mourner's Chaplet: An Offering of Sympathy for Bereaved Friends. Selected from American PoetsGould, Kendall & Lincoln, 1844 - 120 páginas |
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... lone Would seem the brightest world of bliss , If , wandering through each radiant one , We failed to find the loved of this ! If there no more the ties should twine , Which death's cold hand alone can sever , Ah ! then these stars in ...
... lone Would seem the brightest world of bliss , If , wandering through each radiant one , We failed to find the loved of this ! If there no more the ties should twine , Which death's cold hand alone can sever , Ah ! then these stars in ...
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... lone grave ! Thou , who so late was sleep- ing Warm in the close folds of a mother's heart , Scarce from her breast a single pulse receiving , But it was sent thee with some tender thought- How can I leave thee here ! Alas , for man ...
... lone grave ! Thou , who so late was sleep- ing Warm in the close folds of a mother's heart , Scarce from her breast a single pulse receiving , But it was sent thee with some tender thought- How can I leave thee here ! Alas , for man ...
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... lone and desolate . In sounds that seem like sorrow's own , Their funeral dirges faintly creep ; Then , deepening to an organ tone , In all their solemn cadence sweep , And pour , 3 THE MOURNER'S CHAPLET . 33 Lines on passing my ...
... lone and desolate . In sounds that seem like sorrow's own , Their funeral dirges faintly creep ; Then , deepening to an organ tone , In all their solemn cadence sweep , And pour , 3 THE MOURNER'S CHAPLET . 33 Lines on passing my ...
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... lone ! Come back to me , my child ! Upon that breast of pitying love thou leanest , Which oft on earth did pillow such as thou ; Nor turned away petitioner the meanest ; Pray to HIM THE MOURNER'S CHAPLET . 39 thought it Slept, The Grave,
... lone ! Come back to me , my child ! Upon that breast of pitying love thou leanest , Which oft on earth did pillow such as thou ; Nor turned away petitioner the meanest ; Pray to HIM THE MOURNER'S CHAPLET . 39 thought it Slept, The Grave,
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... lone survivors thus to count The sum of all , and , struggling with their tears , Write only- " It is well ? " Oh ! well for her To rest on that green earth - to lay the head Unwearied on its bosom , and to seek A refuge from the ...
... lone survivors thus to count The sum of all , and , struggling with their tears , Write only- " It is well ? " Oh ! well for her To rest on that green earth - to lay the head Unwearied on its bosom , and to seek A refuge from the ...
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
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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!