The Mourner's GiftMrs. M. A. Patrick Van Nostrand & Dwight, 1837 - 192 strani |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 16
Stran 29
... spread , And at eve drop their leaves o'er the slumber- er's bed ! " But this is all earthly ! while thus ye enclose A spot where your ashes in peace may repose Where the living may come and commune with the dead , With God and his soul ...
... spread , And at eve drop their leaves o'er the slumber- er's bed ! " But this is all earthly ! while thus ye enclose A spot where your ashes in peace may repose Where the living may come and commune with the dead , With God and his soul ...
Stran 31
... spread , and the cold dew of night , Which withers , and moulders the flower in its light , Fell silently o'er the warm cheek in its glow , And I left it there blighted , and wasted and low . I cull'd the fair bud , as it danced in its ...
... spread , and the cold dew of night , Which withers , and moulders the flower in its light , Fell silently o'er the warm cheek in its glow , And I left it there blighted , and wasted and low . I cull'd the fair bud , as it danced in its ...
Stran 34
... 'd to twine fondly in sunlight and shade ; No leaves droop in sadness , -still gayly they spread , Undimm'd mid the blighted , the lonely , the dead ; -not in But the misletoe clings to the oak , 34 Let us love one another.
... 'd to twine fondly in sunlight and shade ; No leaves droop in sadness , -still gayly they spread , Undimm'd mid the blighted , the lonely , the dead ; -not in But the misletoe clings to the oak , 34 Let us love one another.
Stran 40
... spread , Where I no more thy sleep may break With fever'd dream , nor rudely wake Thy wearied eye . Oh quit thy hold , For thou art faint , and chill , and cold , And long thy gasp and groan of pain Have bound me pitying in thy chain ...
... spread , Where I no more thy sleep may break With fever'd dream , nor rudely wake Thy wearied eye . Oh quit thy hold , For thou art faint , and chill , and cold , And long thy gasp and groan of pain Have bound me pitying in thy chain ...
Stran 75
... of the heath , And my own happy valley that nestles be- neath , And the fragrant white blossoms spread over the thorn That grows near the cottage in which I was born . It cannot be changed , -no , the clematis climbs.
... of the heath , And my own happy valley that nestles be- neath , And the fragrant white blossoms spread over the thorn That grows near the cottage in which I was born . It cannot be changed , -no , the clematis climbs.
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affliction amid angel ASHBOURN babe balm bear beautiful bless blest bliss bosom breast breath bright brother brow call'd calm cheek child clay cold dark dead dear death deep dirge divine dream dust to dust dwell earthly farewell father fear feel fled flowers fond fondly gaze glory gone grave grief hand happy harp hath hear heart heaven holy hope hour infant JOSIAH CONDER let's love life's light lips living eye lone look Lord MICHAEL BRUCE MISS H. F. GOULD MONODY mother mourn ne'er neath night o'er pain pale pass'd peace prayer rest round seem'd seraph shine sigh Sigourney silent sleep slumber smile song soothing sorrow soul spect spirit STANZAS star sweet sweetly tears tender thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne tomb tone tread trust twas U. S. Army voice weep widow YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Stran 6 - They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.
Stran 67 - Farewell, ye blooming fields ! ye cheerful plains ! Enough for me the church-yard's lonely mound, Where Melancholy with still Silence reigns, And the rank grass waves o'er the cheerless ground.
Stran 66 - Now Spring returns; but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known : Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown.
Stran 190 - The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Even- other wound we seek to heal — every other affliction to forget ; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open — this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.
Stran 22 - To the pleasures which Mirth can afford, The revel, the laugh, and the jeer ? Ah ! here is a plentiful board ! But the guests are all mute as their pitiful cheer, And none but the worm is a reveller here.
Stran 48 - Earth to earth, and dust to dust !" But a day is coming fast, Earth, thy mightiest and thy last, It shall come in fear and wonder, Heralded by trump and thunder; It shall come in strife and toil, It shall come in blood and spoil, It shall come in empires' groans, Burning temples, trampled thrones ; Then, ambition, rue thy lust ; " Earth to earth, and dust to dust!
Stran 191 - No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul. If it has its woes, it has likewise its delights; and when the overwhelming burst of grief is calmed into the gentle tear of recollection; when the sudden anguish and the convulsive agony over the present ruins of all that we most loved, is softened away into pensive meditation on all that it was in the days of its loveliness— who would root out such a sorrow from the heart?
Stran 44 - That pavement, damp and cold, no smiling courtiers tread ; one silent woman stands, lifting with meagre hands, a dying head. No mingling voices sound — an infant wail alone; a sob...
Stran 47 - EARTH to earth, and dust to dust ! Here the evil and the just, Here the youthful and the old, Here the fearful and the bold, Here the matron and the maid, In one silent bed are laid ; Here the vassal and the king Side by side lie withering ; Here the sword and sceptre rust — Earth to earth, and dust to dust...
Stran 21 - In a small narrow cave, and, begirt with cold clay, To the meanest of reptiles a peer and a prey. To Beauty ? Ah no ! she forgets The charms which she wielded before ; Nor knows the foul worm that he frets The skin which but yesterday fools could adore, For the smoothness it held, or the tint which it wore.