The Gift Book of GemsDavid Bugbee & Company, 1856 - 312 páginas |
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... Sing that Song Again ' . .274 CHARLES P. ROBERTS - The Sleep of Nature , .. 275 BENJ . A. G. FULLER - Faith , Hope , Charity ,. 277 ' FLORENCE PERCY , -June Shower ,. .279 EDWARD M. FIELD - My Sister , .. 281 MELVILLE W. FULLER ...
... Sing that Song Again ' . .274 CHARLES P. ROBERTS - The Sleep of Nature , .. 275 BENJ . A. G. FULLER - Faith , Hope , Charity ,. 277 ' FLORENCE PERCY , -June Shower ,. .279 EDWARD M. FIELD - My Sister , .. 281 MELVILLE W. FULLER ...
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... Singing in the village choir , And it makes his heart rejoice . It sounds to him like her mother's voice , Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more , How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A ...
... Singing in the village choir , And it makes his heart rejoice . It sounds to him like her mother's voice , Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more , How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A ...
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... sing down the more vocal waters : The slope is beautiful with moss and flowers , And far below , seen under arching leaves , Glitters the warm sun on the village spire , Pointing the living after thec . And this seems like a comfort ...
... sing down the more vocal waters : The slope is beautiful with moss and flowers , And far below , seen under arching leaves , Glitters the warm sun on the village spire , Pointing the living after thec . And this seems like a comfort ...
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... singing rill ? There will come an eve to a longer day , That will find thee tired - but not of play ! And thou wilt lean- as thou leanest now , ―- With drooping limbs and aching brow , And wish the shadows would faster creep , And long ...
... singing rill ? There will come an eve to a longer day , That will find thee tired - but not of play ! And thou wilt lean- as thou leanest now , ―- With drooping limbs and aching brow , And wish the shadows would faster creep , And long ...
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... Sing from the walls of death unwonted song . Nay , cease not I would call , - Thus , from the silent hall Of the unlighted grave , the joys of old : Beam on me yet once more , Ye blessed eyes of yore , Startling life - blood through all ...
... Sing from the walls of death unwonted song . Nay , cease not I would call , - Thus , from the silent hall Of the unlighted grave , the joys of old : Beam on me yet once more , Ye blessed eyes of yore , Startling life - blood through all ...
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Página 22 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Página 25 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Página 14 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 28 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Página 2 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Página 26 - ... Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
Página 18 - I HAVE read, in some old marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead.
Página 20 - ALL houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. Through the open doors The harmless phantoms on their errands glide, With feet that make no sound upon the floors. We meet them at the doorway, on the stair, Along the passages they come and go, Impalpable impressions on the air, A sense of something moving to and fro. There are more guests at table than the hosts Invited ; the illuminated hall Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts, As silent as the pictures on the wall.
Página 19 - I have read, in the marvellous heart of man, That strange and mystic scroll, That an army of phantoms, vast and wan, Beleaguer the human soul. Encamped beside Life's rushing stream, In Fancy's misty light, Gigantic shapes and shadows gleam Portentous through the night. Upon its midnight battle-ground The spectral camp is seen, And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there, In the army of the grave ; No other challenge breaks the air, But the...
Página 24 - We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way THE BUILDERS.