Poems: Original and SelectedFor the Author, 1847 - 144 pages |
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... flowers , And blithe as child could be , My first twelve years were nearly past In sweet tranquility : And then I deeply realized Life was a turbid sea ; My bark by adverse winds was tossed , And dark my destiny . And oft I wished that ...
... flowers , And blithe as child could be , My first twelve years were nearly past In sweet tranquility : And then I deeply realized Life was a turbid sea ; My bark by adverse winds was tossed , And dark my destiny . And oft I wished that ...
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... flowers , Blooming unconscious of receding hours . Like these , their youthful bloom will soon decay ; Time's withering hand now marks them for his prey ; And soon they must to his rude sceptre bend , Perhaps they'll then think of their ...
... flowers , Blooming unconscious of receding hours . Like these , their youthful bloom will soon decay ; Time's withering hand now marks them for his prey ; And soon they must to his rude sceptre bend , Perhaps they'll then think of their ...
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... flower , Attracts and charms , then quickly fades away , No more to deck the garden , vale or bower , Even so our life , and youthful joys decay . Come aid my pencil , ye who know to paint Life's flowery , varied , most attractive joys ...
... flower , Attracts and charms , then quickly fades away , No more to deck the garden , vale or bower , Even so our life , and youthful joys decay . Come aid my pencil , ye who know to paint Life's flowery , varied , most attractive joys ...
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... flowers , ' Whose silvery laugh rang free and wild Among the vine - wreathed bowers ; I crossed her sunny path and cried , " When is the time to die ? " " Not yet ! not yet ! " the child replied , And swiftly bounded by . I asked a ...
... flowers , ' Whose silvery laugh rang free and wild Among the vine - wreathed bowers ; I crossed her sunny path and cried , " When is the time to die ? " " Not yet ! not yet ! " the child replied , And swiftly bounded by . I asked a ...
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... flower , that lifts Its tiny leaves up to the sun , is ripe With beauty ; with what matchless symmetry The little bud is folded , how sweetly The colors blend in its dainty leaf , yet It is passed unnoticed , and the frail flow'r Blooms ...
... flower , that lifts Its tiny leaves up to the sun , is ripe With beauty ; with what matchless symmetry The little bud is folded , how sweetly The colors blend in its dainty leaf , yet It is passed unnoticed , and the frail flow'r Blooms ...
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adieu African slave trade amazing grace Art thou banner behold bend blessings blest bliss bloom breast breath brow cease celestial charms cheer Cherubims Christian crown dark dear death divine earth earthly fair wisdom's faithful fame fear flame fled flowers flowing tears folly's footsteps ghost of murdered glad glory Gospel grace grave hand happy hear heart Heaven heavenly HENRY MOWBRAY hope I'm a slave immortal inauspicious days Jesus joys kind land last trump life's light Lord mercy mind mortal murdered hours ne'er neath o'er obey path peace perfect bliss Pilgrim Plato pleasures praise prayer precious proclaim pure Redeemer resign rest rich round sacred salvation Savior's scene seraph shade shed shine skies smile sorrow soul spirit sway sweet tears thee thine thou throne time's tomb truth utmost votaries wave WILLIAM LEGGETT wisdom word youthful
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Page 56 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, . Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 104 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground...
Page 57 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 31 - So he drove out the man: and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life.
Page 104 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, — They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, — To slumber in that dreamless bed, From all my toil...
Page 105 - Whate'er thy lot — whoe'er thou be, Confess thy folly, — kiss the rod ; And in thy chastening sorrows see The hand of GOD.
Page 88 - Nay, speak no ill ! a kindly word Can never leave a sting behind, And oh ! to breathe each tale we've heard Is far beneath a noble mind.
Page 43 - Let sinful sweets be all forgot, And earth grow less in our esteem ; Christ and His love fill every thought, And faith and hope be fixed on Him.