A Gift for the HolidaysJ.M. Alden, 1850 - Literature |
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... is kindled first , " Tis the fire - fly's light at even , ' Tis dim as the wandering stars that burst In the blue of the summer heaven . A breath can bid it burn no more , Or 2 GIFT FOR THE HOLIDAYS . LIFE, LOVE, LOVE,
... is kindled first , " Tis the fire - fly's light at even , ' Tis dim as the wandering stars that burst In the blue of the summer heaven . A breath can bid it burn no more , Or 2 GIFT FOR THE HOLIDAYS . LIFE, LOVE, LOVE,
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A breath can bid it burn no more , Or if , at times , its beams Come on the memory , they pass o'er Like shadows in our dreams . But when that flame has blazed into A being and a power , And smiled in scorn upon the dew That fell in its ...
A breath can bid it burn no more , Or if , at times , its beams Come on the memory , they pass o'er Like shadows in our dreams . But when that flame has blazed into A being and a power , And smiled in scorn upon the dew That fell in its ...
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... bid them , with the day , adieu ! Ah thus , should Life and Love at last Grow bright and sweet when Death is near ; May we , our course of trial passed , Thus bathed in beauty , pass from here . C. F. HOFFMAN . Lines to a Lady . MAIDEN ...
... bid them , with the day , adieu ! Ah thus , should Life and Love at last Grow bright and sweet when Death is near ; May we , our course of trial passed , Thus bathed in beauty , pass from here . C. F. HOFFMAN . Lines to a Lady . MAIDEN ...
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... bidding words ; - Or listened to the bird of night , The minstrel of the starlight hours , Companion of the fire - fly's flight , Cool dews , and closed hours ; - But deemed that spirits of the air , Had left their native homes in ...
... bidding words ; - Or listened to the bird of night , The minstrel of the starlight hours , Companion of the fire - fly's flight , Cool dews , and closed hours ; - But deemed that spirits of the air , Had left their native homes in ...
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... bids my soul rise up and bless The God who blesses me . MRS . A. P. DINNIES . Give Sorrow Words GIVE sorrow words , the grief that does not speak , Whispers the o'erfraught heart , and bids it break . SHAKSPEARE . The Heart's Xearning ...
... bids my soul rise up and bless The God who blesses me . MRS . A. P. DINNIES . Give Sorrow Words GIVE sorrow words , the grief that does not speak , Whispers the o'erfraught heart , and bids it break . SHAKSPEARE . The Heart's Xearning ...
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A. P. DINNIES Amid angel angel fingers ANONYMOUS backward cast beams beautiful dwells bids bird bird of night bless blest bliss bloom blush bower breast breath breeze bright brow buds burning CARLOS WILCOX charms cherished cloud dark deep dream earth elder days fade fair floated flowers friends gentle GIFT glance gleam glow HALLECK happiness hath heaven heigh-ho HOLIDAYS holy hope hour J. S. JENKINS John of Procida L. P. SMITH light lips look Love's lute maiden melody moon morning Naiad Nature's Ne'er never night nursling ocean PROEM pure ROLLESTON rose shade shrine sigh silent smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream streamlet summer trees sunshine sweet sweetest tears tender thee thine think some things thou art thou hast thoughts thy heart vermil voice walks in beauty waves whisper wild wing woman's love world that love young youth
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Page 63 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, 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.
Page 28 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the Gods see everywhere.
Page 28 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Page 63 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows , simple wiles , Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 62 - GENTIAN. THOU blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night. Thou comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end.
Page 107 - Gather, then, each flower that grows, When the young heart overflows, To embalm that tent of snows. Bear a lily in thy hand; Gates of brass cannot withstand One touch of that magic wand. Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth.
Page 62 - O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late, and com'st alone, When woods are bare, and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue, — blue, — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
Page 71 - But happy they, the happiest of their kind, Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend...
Page 37 - But, ere it touch'da foot, that might have danced The greensward into greener circles, dipt, And mix'd -with shadows of the common ground ! But the full day dwelt on her brows, and sunn'd Her violet eyes, and all her Hebe-bloom, And doubled his own warmth against her lips, And on the bounteous wave of such a breast As never pencil drew. Half light, half shade, She stood, a sight to make an old man young.
Page 67 - Fair gift of Friendship ! and her ever bright And faultless image ! welcome now thou art, In thy pure loveliness, thy robes of white, Speaking a moral to the feeling heart; Unscathed by heats — by wintry blasts unmoved, — Thy strength thus tested — and thy charm improved.