The New-York Book of PoetryCharles Fenno Hoffman G. Dearborn, 1837 - 253 pages |
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... Sorrow , Lines on a Skull dug up by the Plough , Lines for Music , 228 104 Joshua commanding the Sun and Moon to stand still , 184 15 42 59 66 70 77 83 85 Lines written on the cover of a Prayer Book , 96 Look Aloft , 101 Lutzow's Wild ...
... Sorrow , Lines on a Skull dug up by the Plough , Lines for Music , 228 104 Joshua commanding the Sun and Moon to stand still , 184 15 42 59 66 70 77 83 85 Lines written on the cover of a Prayer Book , 96 Look Aloft , 101 Lutzow's Wild ...
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... Sorrow , The Farewell , To Cordelia , To the Dying Year , Weehawken , White Lake , What is Solitude , 206 208 211 220 226 230 234 236 250 40 61 79 Woman , 144 West Point , 187 • Verses to the Memory of Colonel Wood , of the United ...
... Sorrow , The Farewell , To Cordelia , To the Dying Year , Weehawken , White Lake , What is Solitude , 206 208 211 220 226 230 234 236 250 40 61 79 Woman , 144 West Point , 187 • Verses to the Memory of Colonel Wood , of the United ...
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... sorrow and weeping . My pinion was spread , and the cold dew of night , Which withers and moulders the flower in its light , Fell silently o'er the warm cheek in its glow , And I left it there blighted , and wasted , and low ; I culled ...
... sorrow and weeping . My pinion was spread , and the cold dew of night , Which withers and moulders the flower in its light , Fell silently o'er the warm cheek in its glow , And I left it there blighted , and wasted , and low ; I culled ...
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... sorrow as it swept along Thy halls of glee ; Oh , when the gay , The merry hearted blend the tide again , Then fling to her , the loved one far away , One kindly strain . The skies are bright That canopy thy bowers , my soul's young ...
... sorrow as it swept along Thy halls of glee ; Oh , when the gay , The merry hearted blend the tide again , Then fling to her , the loved one far away , One kindly strain . The skies are bright That canopy thy bowers , my soul's young ...
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... sorrow and weeping . I breathe o'er thy slumbers sweet dreams of delight , Till you wake but to sigh for the visions of night ; Then remember , wherever your pathway may lie , Be it clouded with sorrow , or brilliant with joy ; My ...
... sorrow and weeping . I breathe o'er thy slumbers sweet dreams of delight , Till you wake but to sigh for the visions of night ; Then remember , wherever your pathway may lie , Be it clouded with sorrow , or brilliant with joy ; My ...
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Ajalon ANTHONY BLEECKER azure skies beam beauty beneath bird bless bloom bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow C. F. HOFFMAN charm cheek clouds coursers dark dark sceptre death deep dost dream dreaming lip e'en earth echo EDWARD SANFORD fade fair flowers forest gallant gaze Gibeon glance gleam gloom glory glow green hath heart heaven hope hour hues JOHN INMAN land life's light loitering flight lone lyre MISS ELIZABETH morning mountain ne'er night numbers o'er pale pale night pride pure rest roll rose round rove scene shade shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sparkling spirit spring star steal stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thought throng tide tree VISIT FROM ST voice waves ween weep WHIP-POOR-WILL wild WILLIAM LEGGETT wind wings wood youth
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Page 219 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Page 120 - Flag of the seas I on ocean wave Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave; When death, careering on the gale. Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea...
Page 217 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Page 120 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Page 218 - As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So, up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys — and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle...
Page 118 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light...
Page 120 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye. Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given, Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath...
Page 218 - Gave the lustre of midday to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away!...
Page 5 - Its snarling wolf-foe bit the ground, And, with its moaning cry, The beaver sank beneath the wound Its pond-built Venice by.
Page 219 - He was chubby and plump — a right jolly old elf — And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose. And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle. And away they all flew like the down of a thistle; But I heard him exclaim,...