Trifles in Verse: A Collection of Fugitive Poems

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Robinson and Jones, 1845 - 184 sivua
 

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Sivu 113 - The moon shines bright:—In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise; in such a night Stood Dido, with a willow in her hand, Upon the wild sea banks, and waved her love To come again to Carthage.
Sivu 92 - Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilight too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her, drawn From May-time, and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay!
Sivu 42 - It is the hour, when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour, when lover's vows Are sweet in every whispered word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear!
Sivu 61 - Yet press on, For it shall make you mighty among men; And from the eyrie of your eagle thought, You shall look down on
Sivu 42 - Are sweet in every whispered word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear!
Sivu 113 - Stood Dido, with a willow in her hand, Upon the wild sea banks, and waved her love To come again to Carthage.
Sivu 103 - I care for nobody, no! not I— And nobody cares for me!
Sivu 113 - silent:—Words are little aid To Love, whose deepest vows are ever made By the heart's beat alone! Oh! silence is Love's own peculiar eloquence of bliss!
Sivu 13 - years; They are manhood's well of truth, Filled with childhood's early tears. Like the low and plaintive moan Of the night-wind through the trees, Sweet to hear, though sad and lone, Are those " Olden Memories!
Sivu 19 - There is a religion in all deep love, but the love of a Mother is the veil of softer light between the heart and the Heavenly Father!

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