Poems

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Case, Tiffany and Burnham, 1844 - American poetry - 184 pages
 

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Page 47 - Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes? They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine. Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright: at the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Page 13 - Burns immediately guessed what she meant; and, regarding the young lady with a look of great benignity, said, ' Thank you, my dear, for your kind attention ; but, oh, let him shine; he will not shine long for me.
Page 134 - HEART of mine, why art thou dreaming ! Dreaming through the weary day, While life's precious hours are wasting, Fast, and unimproved, away? With a world of beauty round me. Lone and sad I dwell apart; Changing scenes can bring no pleasure To this wrecked and worn-out heart. Now I tempt the quiet Ocean While the sky is bright above, And the sunlight rests around me, Like the beaming smile of Love. Or by streamlet softly flowing Through the vale I wander now , And the balmy breath of Summer Fans my...
Page 77 - ... the old oak threw out its branches wide Over the low roof of mine early home ; Ere yet my bosom knew a wish to roam From the broad shelter of that ancient tree ; Or dreamed of other lands beside our own, Beyond the boundary of that flowery lea ; For the green valley there was world enough for me. A group are gathered round the household hearth, Where chilly Autumn bids the bright flame play ; And social converse sweet, and Childhood's mirth, Swiftly beguile the lengthened eve away : A laughing...
Page 142 - ... the will of Heaven repine ; Fold not thy hands in agony and say, " There is no sorrow in the world like mine." Oh ! could my numbers soothe the sinking soul, Or one hope waken with the wreath I twine, Soft sounds of sympathy should round thee roll Warm from a heart that knows such pain as thine.
Page 61 - Tик sunset hues are fading fast From the fair western sky away, And floating clouds which gathered round Have vanished with their colors gay. All, save one streak that lingers there, Retaining still a rosy hue, Bright at the verge, but pale above, Soft blending with celestial blue. So lovely were those brilliant clouds Which floated in the evening air, It well might seem that angel-forms Such fabries for their robes would wear.
Page 76 - Which seem so passing bright to youth's all trustful gaze. Once more my steps are stayed at eventide, Beneath the fairest moon that ever shone ; Where the old oak threw out its branches wide Over the low roof of mine early home ; Ere yet my bosom knew a wish to roam From the broad shelter of that ancient tree ; Or dreamed of other lands beside our own, Beyond the boundary of that flowery lea ; For the green valley there was world enough for me. A group are gathered round the household hearth, Where...
Page 142 - And sable weeds a hue could never keep, Sad as the heart they hid beneath their fold. All joy grew dim before my tearful eye, Which but the shadow of the grave could see; There was no brightness in the earth or sky, There was no sunshine in the world for me.
Page 136 - Toil and grief thou canst not shun, But be hopeful and believing, Till the prize of faith is won. Then the peace thou...
Page 143 - Leth6's stream, that silver fountain's flow A soothing draught unto the sufferer brings. A Father chastened thee ! oh, look to Him ! And his dear love in all thy trials see ; Look with the eye of faith through shadows dim, And he will send " the COMFORTER

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