Voices of Nature, and Thoughts in Rhyme, Tập 6J.V. Cowling & G.C. Davies, 1849 - 156 trang |
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angels beams beauty beneath blest bliss bloom borne BOWER OF PRAYER breath bright brow charms cheek cheerful cherub cloud crown dark darkling dead dear death delight doth dream drear dwell e'en e'er earth evanescent farewell flow flowers fragrance friends furl gleam gliding gloom glow grave harp hath heart Heaven heavenly hills and dales hopes hour Kentucky kiss leap life's light lightning's lisp loud mingle morning Nature's ne'er neath night numbers o'er Ocean's pensive plain pleasure radiance rapturous reign rill riven roam robe roll round rude scenes seek shade shed showers skies sleepeth sleeping or waking smiles smiling train Solitude song sorrow sought soul spread stars storm strain stream SUNBEAM sunny sweet tears thee thou art thought Thrilled thunder thunders roll toil tomb treasure trembling VIII voice wave wild Indian home winds wing youth Zephyr
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Trang 95 - Is it well with thee ? is it well with thy husband ? is it well with the child ? And she answered, It is well.
Trang 28 - The forest melts at his advancing stride, And up, like magic, towns and cities spring ; The subtle elements his will abide, And serve his wish as subjects serve their king. Each day reveals some new, unheard-of thing, 'Till Wonder long has ceased to feel surprise — THOUGHT now is sent upon the lightning's wing, Which, round the circling earth obedient flies With speed as swift as e'er it flashed along the skies ! xxxix.
Trang 46 - Through thatch and through pane, I leap in again, A gift all unsullied from God. I shrink from the halls, And thick curtained walls, Where wealth lies in sorrow all day ; But in at the door Where dwelleth the poor, A daily warm visit I pay. I never will shrink From the cataract's brink, But paint on its moisture my bow ; And down on the stream With radiance gleam, As stars flashing up from below. On Death's pallid cheek I often will seek To glow with the beauty of even ; But finding has fled The...
Trang 46 - Heflected my beauties I trace ; So rapt is the wave, As lightly I lave, It trembles as still we embrace. I lie in the rose, When freshly unclose Its leaves to the sun and the breeze ; I skip o'er the plain, And ripe waving grain, Or glide o'er the leaves of the trees. I shun not the cot, Where poverty's lot Holds often the wise and the good ; Through thatch and through pane, I leap in again, A gift all unsullied from God. I shrink from the halls, And thick curtained walls, Where wealth lies in sorrow...
Trang 45 - O'er lake and o'er sea, As tripping with glee, Heflected my beauties I trace ; So rapt is the wave, As lightly I lave, It trembles as still we embrace. I lie in the rose, When freshly unclose Its leaves to the sun and the breeze ; I skip o'er the plain, And ripe waving grain, Or glide o'er the leaves of the trees. I shun not the cot, Where poverty's lot Holds often the wise and the good ; Through thatch and through pane, I leap in again, A gift all unsullied from God. I shrink from the halls, And...
Trang 62 - Who deems that the world was ne:er blest with the light, 'Till he on its darkness was seen to arise, Like the sunbeams of morning dispelling the night, With clamor denounces each system and creed, As vile impositions wherewith to deceive, But proclaims to the world that his own they must heed, And thunders at any who dares disbelieve ; Now, the poor silly wight is as blind as a bat, For all has gone wrong in...
Trang 47 - ... glow with the beauty of even ; But finding has fled The soul of the dead, Will mount with it gladly to heaven ! The night for awhile May shadow my smile, Then Nature in sorrow will reek ; I'll come o'er the lawn At first peep of dawn, And wipe each sad trace from its cheek. In each opened grave I'll...
Trang 46 - ... the breeze ; I skip o'er the plain, And ripe waving grain, Or glide o'er the leaves of the trees. I shun not the cot, Where poverty's lot Holds often the wise and the good ; Through thatch and through pane, I leap in again, A gift all unsullied from God. I shrink from the halls, And thick curtained walls, Where wealth lies in sorrow all day ; But in at the door Where dwelleth the poor, A daily warm visit I pay. I never will shrink From the cataract's brink, But paint on its moisture my bow ;...
Trang 61 - Oft turning, if the day be fair, To view his shadow's graceful air; Well pleased with eager eye runs o'er The laced suit glitt'ring gay before; ' The ruffle, where from open'd vest The rubied brooch adorns the breast; The coat with length'ning waist behind, Whose short skirts dangle in the wind; The modish hat, whose breadth contains The measure of its owner's brains...
Trang 62 - The votary of fashion believes the Creator, When He first made the sex from the rib of the man, Had no standard of beauty by which He could rate her, So she tries to improve his original plan. The waist is too large and the hips are too small, These she shapes with a bustle and that with a lace, And finding a fault in the chief point of all...