Leisure Thoughts, in Prose and VerseSamuel A. Badger, 1849 - 192 pàgines |
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Pàgina 6
... his Associates , Selfishness , Defamers of Character , Again is Summer Here , On Riches , Passing Away , - 167 168 - 170 172 - 174 . 176 - 177 180 - 182 184 - 186 188 - 190 PREFA CЕ . IN presenting Leisure Thoughts to the public 6.
... his Associates , Selfishness , Defamers of Character , Again is Summer Here , On Riches , Passing Away , - 167 168 - 170 172 - 174 . 176 - 177 180 - 182 184 - 186 188 - 190 PREFA CЕ . IN presenting Leisure Thoughts to the public 6.
Pàgina 9
... pass- port from the Eternal One , to roam the wide world over . Words uttered by tongues familiar with the most correct and elegant language , do not always express the deepest , strongest and truest feelings . Kings and princes ...
... pass- port from the Eternal One , to roam the wide world over . Words uttered by tongues familiar with the most correct and elegant language , do not always express the deepest , strongest and truest feelings . Kings and princes ...
Pàgina 41
... pass away , And leave us withering in the shade Of cold and sunless day . These eyes once bright , are faint and dim— And furrowed is my cheek ; I'm smitten by the frost of time , Where shall I comfort seek ? I cannot revel ' mong ...
... pass away , And leave us withering in the shade Of cold and sunless day . These eyes once bright , are faint and dim— And furrowed is my cheek ; I'm smitten by the frost of time , Where shall I comfort seek ? I cannot revel ' mong ...
Pàgina 48
... PASSING AWAY OF A BLOOMING AND AMIABLE YOUNG LADY . -SHE was beautiful- But ah , how soon that form of heavenly mould , Claim'd of its mother earth , a resting place . That cheek of damask , for the darkling worm To feast upon , full ...
... PASSING AWAY OF A BLOOMING AND AMIABLE YOUNG LADY . -SHE was beautiful- But ah , how soon that form of heavenly mould , Claim'd of its mother earth , a resting place . That cheek of damask , for the darkling worm To feast upon , full ...
Pàgina 91
... passing thought of thee ; No ! calmly to the end I'll wait , To learn a false one's destiny . Then take the ring I wore for thee , It lends no inspiration now ; Nought in the cherished boon I see , But emblems of a broken vow . BIRTH ...
... passing thought of thee ; No ! calmly to the end I'll wait , To learn a false one's destiny . Then take the ring I wore for thee , It lends no inspiration now ; Nought in the cherished boon I see , But emblems of a broken vow . BIRTH ...
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Pàgina 12 - By fhameful variance betwixt Man and Man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms ; Shut from the common air, and common ufe Of their own limbs. How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of mifery.
Pàgina 36 - Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they; Oh! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.
Pàgina 61 - Each swelling bud soems fraught with smiles That thinking hearts may share. The tall carnation pink is by, With breath of incense sweet, Unfolding splendors to each eye That will its beauties greet. I sit me by the tulip mound Where Fancy sheds her light; Here gems of every tint abound, Most charming to the sight. The lily of the valley, too, And the forget-me-not, Come forth as stars of light anew To gild the garden spot.
Pàgina 8 - If I were a voice, a persuasive voice, That could travel the wide world through, I would fly on the beams of the morning light, And speak to men with a gentle might, And tell them to be true.
Pàgina 35 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Pàgina 60 - IS early dawn — and all around Bright dewy flowers I view, Uprising from the fertile ground, Of every form and hue. The waving trees in silken sheen Unfold their blossoms gay ; And on each festooned bough are seen Young minstrel birds at play. The vale, and hill, and balmy grove, With dewy gems are bright; In mountain wilds, where'er we rove. Beauty attracts our sight ; The caroling of happy birds More joyous makes the scene ; And pleasant 'tis to view the herds Trip round the velvet green. Tis...
Pàgina 61 - As stars shine on the sea. Nature in loveliness appears, To gladden every mind; She may dispel our sighs and tears ; True joys in her we find. 'Tis noon — I rest by purling stream, Where grows the ivy vine ; Here oft I've strayed in youthful dream, Plucking the columbine. O, I will sing of flowers — a theme For loftiest pen to dwell ; How faint must weaker efforts seem Their charms divine to tell! Where is the hand would crush a flower, Unheedful of its worth? He who outpours the genial shower...
Pàgina 61 - I've strayed in youthful dream, Plucking the columbine. O, I will sing of flowers — a theme, For loftiest pen to dwell ; How faint must weaker efforts seem Their charms divine to tell. €* Where is the hand would crush a flower Unheedful of its worth ? Him who outpours the genial shower, Is author of its birth.
Pàgina 67 - TEACH ME TO FORGET! FRIENDS depart, and memory takes them To her caverns pure and deep; And a forced smile only wakes them From the shadows where they sleep: Who shall school the heart's affection ? Who will banish its regret ? If you blame my deep dejection— Teach, Oh!
Pàgina 60 - ... birds at play. The vale, and hill, and balmy grove, With dewy gems are bright; In mountain wilds, where'er we rove, Beauty attracts our sight; The caroling of happy birds More joyous makes the scene ; And pleasant 'tis to view the herds Trip round the velvet green. Tis morn — I trace the rosy aisles Of yonder garden rare ; Each swelling bud seems fraught with smiles That thinking hearts may share. The tall carnation pink is by, With breath of incense sweet, Unfolding splendors to each eye That...