Geraldine, Athenia of Damascus: And Miscellaneous Poems

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Samuel Colman, 1839 - 343 sider
 

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Side 259 - The Spirit of Beauty unfurls her light. And wheels her course in a joyous flight ; I know her track through the balmy air, By the blossoms that cluster and whiten there; She leaves the tops of the mountains green, And gems the valley with crystal sheen. At morn, I know where she rested at night, For the roses are gushing with dewy delight ; Then she mounts again, and...
Side 250 - There is an awful stillness in this place, A Presence that forbids to break the spell, Till the heart pour its agony in tears. But I must drink the vision while it lasts; For even now the curling...
Side 260 - When her presence is felt with the deepest power ; She mellows the landscape, and crowds the stream With shadows that flit like a fairy dream : Still wheeling her flight through the gladsome air.
Side 297 - And yet it still will linger there, Like hopeless love without despair, — A snow-drop in the sun ! A moment finely exquisite, Alas ! but only one. I would not have thy married heart Think momently of me, — Nor would I tear the cords apart, That bind me so to thee ; No ! while my thoughts seem pure and mild, Like dew upon the roses wild, I would not have thee know, The stream that seems to thee so still, Has such a tide below! Enough ! that in delicious dreams I see thee and forget — Enough,...
Side 249 - The many beauteous mountain-streams leap down, Out-welling from the clouds, and sparkling light Dances along with their perennial flow. And there is beauty in yon river's path, The glad Connecticut! I know her well, By the white veil she mantles o'er her charms : At times she loiters by a...
Side 270 - T is not the fairest form that holds The mildest, purest soul within; 'Tis not the richest plant that folds The sweetest breath of fragrance in.
Side 248 - SUNRISE, FROM MOUNT WASHINGTON. The laughing hours have chased away the night, Plucking the stars out from her diadem : — And now the blue-eyed Morn, with modest grace, Looks through her half-drawn curtains iu the east.
Side 104 - ... that the falsehood is (in the chemical phrase) held in solution: one drop of sound Logic is that test which immediately disunites them, makes the foreign substance visible, and precipitates it to the bottom.
Side 319 - Nor perchance, If I were not thus taught, should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay: For thou art with me...
Side 20 - Beneath the mountain's brow the cottage stood, Hard by a shelving lake whose pebbled bed Was skirted by the drapery of a wood That hung its festoon foliage over head, Where wild deer came at eve unharmed, to drink, While moonlight threw their shadows from the brink. The green earth heaved her giant waves around, Where, through the mountain vista, one vast height Towered heavenward without peer, his forehead bound With gorgeous clouds, at times of changeful light, While, far below, the lake in bridal...

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