PoemsHurd and Houghton, 1871 - 270 pages |
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Page 146 - Thou wilt need no heavier, thou shalt feel no worse. I see the cloud and the tempest near; The voice of the troubled tide I hear; The torrent of sorrow, the sea of grief, The rushing waves of a wretched life; Thy bosom's bark on the surge I see, And, maiden, thy loved one is there with thee.
Page 170 - Thy will be done !" 622. CM Prayer in view of Death. 1 WHEN, bending o'er the brink of life, My trembling soul shall stand, Waiting to pass death's awful flood, Great God ! at thy command ; — 2...
Page 62 - I looked over her shoulder, and read the following lines ; 'What heavenly music strikes my ravished ear, So soft, so melancholy, and so clear ? And do the tuneful Nine then touch the lyre, To fill each bosom with poetic fire ? Or does some angel strike the sounding strings, Who caught from echo the wild note he sings ? But ah ! another strain, how sweet ! how wild ! Now rushing low, 'tis soothing, soft, and mild.
Page 264 - Besides these were twenty-four school exercises, three unfinished romances, a complete tragedy, written at thirteen years of age, and about forty letters, in a few months, to her mother alone." This statement does not comprise the large proportion (at least one third of the whole) which she destroyed. The genius of Lucretia Davidson has had the meed of far more authoritative praise than ours. The following tribute is from the London " Quarterly Review " ; a source whence praise of American productions...
Page 86 - 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...
Page 111 - THOU brightly glittering star of even, Thou gem upon the brow of heaven ! Oh ! were this fluttering spirit free, How quick 'twould spread its wings to thee ! How calmly, brightly, dost thou shine, Like the pure lamp in virtue's shrine ! Sure the fair world which thou may'st boast Was never ransomed, never lost. There, beings pure as heaven's own air, Their hopes, their joys, together shara ; While hovering angels touch the string, And seraphs spread the sheltering wing.
Page 264 - there is enough of originality, enough of aspiration, enough of conscious energy, enough of growing power to warrant any expectations, however sanguine, which the patrons and the friends, and parents of the deceased could have formed.
Page 201 - T is not the dread of death — 'tis more, It is the dread of madness. Oh ! may these throbbing pulses pause, Forgetful of their feverish course ; May this hot brain, which burning, glows With all a fiery whirlpool's force...
Page 253 - Had I not written you that I was coming home, I think I should not have seen you this winter. All my friends think I had better remain here, as the journey will be long and cold ; but O ! there is that at the journey's end which would tempt me through the wilds of Siberia, — father, mother, brothers, sisters, home. Yes, I shall come.
Page 83 - ... It be freed From woes, to all since earliest time decreed ; But mayst thou be with resignation blessed, To bear each evil, howsoe'er distressed. " May Hope her anchor lend amid the storm, And o'er the tempest rear her angel form; May sweet Benevolence, whose words are peace, To the rude whirlwind softly whisper 'Cease!' " And may Religion, Heaven's own darling child, Teach thee at human cares and griefs to smile ; Teach thee to look beyond this world of woe, To Heaven's high fount, whence mercies...