Poems of Nathaniel Parker Willis ...Hurst & Company, 1882 - 376 Seiten |
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Absalom angels beautiful beneath bird blessed bosom breast breath bright broken brow calm cheek child cloud cold dark dear death dream earth face fair feel feet fire flowers flung forehead fountain gather'd gazed gentle glory gold hair hand hath hear heart heaven Helon hour ISIDORE Jules Khorat knew Lady Jane leaves lifted light lips look look'd LORD IVON lyre minstrel boy morn mother Mount Arafat mused NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS never night o'er pass'd pity Pleiades poet pray pray'd prayer press'd pride pulse Rizpah rose seem'd shadows silent silver silver star sleep slept smile soft soft eye soul spirit star stirr'd stole stood sweet sweet child tears thine things thou hast thought of thee touch'd tree turn'd Twas voice walk'd waters weary whisper wild wind wings woman Yale College young
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Seite 37 - Alas! my noble boy, that thou shouldst die! Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair! That death should settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb. My proud boy, Absalom ! B Cold is thy brow, my son ; and I am chill.
Seite 317 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow...
Seite 38 - And, as if strength were given him of God, He rose up calmly, and composed the pall Firmly and decently — and left him there, As if his rest had been a breathing sleep.
Seite 35 - THE waters slept. Night's silvery veil hung low On Jordan's bosom, and the eddies curled Their glassy rings beneath it, like the still, Unbroken beating of the sleeper's pulse. The reeds bent down the stream : the willow leaves, With a soft cheek upon the lulling...
Seite 294 - Thou hast a few names even in Sardis which have not defiled their garments; and they shall walk with me in white: for they are worthy.
Seite 89 - THE cross-beam under the Old South bell The nest of a pigeon is builded well. In summer and winter that bird is there. Out and in with the morning air: I love to see him track the street, With his wary eye and active feet...
Seite 90 - Or, rising half in his rounded nest, He takes the time to smooth his breast ; Then drops again, with filmed eyes, And sleeps as the last vibration dies. Sweet bird ! I would that I could be A hermit in the crowd like thee ! With wings to fly to wood and glen, Thy lot, like mine, is cast with men ; And daily, with unwilling feet, I tread, like thee, the crowded street ; But, unlike me, when day is o'er, Thou canst dismiss the world, and soar ; Or, at a half-felt wish for rest, Canst smooth the feathers...
Seite 37 - He grasped his blade As if a trumpet rang ; but the bent form Of David entered, and he gave command, In a low tone, to his few followers, And left him with his dead. The king stood still Till the last echo died ; then, throwing off The...
Seite 225 - Pity' thee! So I do! I pity the dumb victim at the altar, But does the robed priest for his pity falter? I'd rack thee, though I knew A thousand lives were perishing in thine : What were ten thousand to a fame like mine? "'Hereafter!
Seite 114 - I love to look on a scene like this, Of wild and careless play, And persuade myself that I am not old, And my locks are not yet gray ; For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart, And makes his pulses fly, To catch the thrill of a happy voice, And the light of a pleasant eye.