Gems from American Female Poets: With Brief Biographical Notices

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H. Hooker, 1842 - 192 sider
 

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Side 77 - THE Frost looked forth one still, clear night, And whispered, " Now I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way. I will not go on like that blustering train, — The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain, But I'll be as busy as they...
Side 77 - Now, I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way ; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain ; — But I'll be as busy as they.
Side 78 - By the light of the morn were seen Most beautiful things ; there were flowers and trees; There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees; There were cities...
Side 71 - I am a Pebble ! and yield to none !" Were the swelling words of a tiny stone ;— " Nor time nor seasons can alter me ; I am abiding, while ages flee. The pelting hail and the drizzling rain Have tried to soften me, long, in vain ; And the tender dew has sought to melt Or touch my heart ; but it was not felt. There's none can tell about my birth, For I'm old as the big, round earth.
Side 18 - Ye say their cone-like cabins, That clustered o'er the vale, Have fled away like withered leaves Before the autumn gale ; But their memory liveth on your hills, Their baptism on your shore, Your everlasting rivers speak Their dialect of yore.
Side 156 - ve nursed for thee the sunny buds of spring, Watch'd every germ the full-blown flowers rear, Seen o'er their bloom the chilly winter bring Its icy garlands, and thou art not here ; Brother, come home. Come home, Would I could send my spirit o'er the deep, Would I could wing it like a bird to thee — To commune with thy thoughts, to fill thy sleep With these unwearying words of melody ; Brother, come home.
Side 78 - As we're hastening on in our boundless flight ; And over the mountains and over the deep, Our broad invisible pinions sweep. Like the Spirit of Liberty, wild and free ! And ye look on our works, and own 'tis we ; Ye call us the winds ; but can ye tell...
Side 151 - WHEN evening spreads her shades around, And darkness fills the arch of heaven , When not a murmur, not a sound To Fancy's sportive ear is given; When the broad orb of heaven is bright, And looks around with golden eye; When Nature...
Side 161 - GOD shield thee, helpless one ! The stout limbs yield, for their strength is past ; The trembling hands on the deep are cast ; The white brow gleams a moment more, Then slowly sinks, — the struggle is o'er. Down, down where the storm is...
Side 60 - Have braved the haughty glance of pride, Nor shed a single tear. I could have smiled on every blow From life's full quiver thrown, While I might gaze on thee, and know I should not be

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