The Poetical Works of Fitz-Greene HalleckD. Appleton, 1858 - 238 strani |
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Anacreon Anthony's Nose bard bark beauty Bendemeer beneath beneath the sky bird bless bloom Bloomingdale blue born bosom bower Bozzaris brave breath bridal bright Broadway brow bucktails cheek chivalry clouds cold dark dear death delight doom dreams earth eyebeam faded fame Fanny flowers forest leaves forgot friends gaze gone grace grave Greece green happy harp hath heard heart heaven hope hour hues lady land life's light linger lips live lyre maiden memory midnight minstrel morn night o'er poet's pride proud rhyme rose round scene shade sing sire sleep slumbering smile snow song sorrows spell STONY POINT summer sunbeam sunny sweet Tammany Hall tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tomb tree twas voice wandering warm watchmen wave whisper wild winds wings winter words WYOMING young youth
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Stran 35 - GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Stran 82 - They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why ; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty ; A stubborn race, fearing and flattering none.
Stran 121 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, , An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer...
Stran 28 - That could not fear and would not bow, Were written in his manly eye And on his manly brow. Praise to the bard ! his words are driven, Like flower-seeds by the far winds sown, Where'er, beneath the sky of heaven, The birds of fame have flown.
Stran 121 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S ' stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Stran 53 - Who will believe that, with a smile whose blessing Would, like the Patriarch's, soothe a dying hour, With voice as low, as gentle, and caressing, As e'er won maiden's lip in moonlit bower; With look like patient Job's eschewing evil; With motions graceful as a bird's in air ; Thou art, in sober truth, the veriest devil...
Stran 127 - O'er crags that proudly tower above the deep, And knows that sense of danger, which sublimes The breathless moment — when his daring step Is on the verge of the cliff, and he can hear The low dash of the wave with startled ear, Like the death-music of his coming doom...
Stran 9 - The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard ; Then wore his monarch's signet ring: Then pressed that monarch's throne — a king ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, '° As Eden's garden bird.
Stran 10 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band: "Strike ! till the last armed foe expires ! Strike ! for your altars and your fires ! Strike ! for the green graves of your sires ; God, and your native land...
Stran 11 - Come to the mother, when she feels, For the first time, her first-born's breath ; Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke ; Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm ; Come when the heart beats high and warm With banquet song and dance and wine, — And thou art terrible ; the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony, are thine.