The Rose: Or, Affection's Gift, for 1846Emily Marshall Appleton, 1846 - 252 lappuses |
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66. lappuse - THE fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
134. lappuse - TO THE MOON ART thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy...
87. lappuse - O World ! O life ! O time ! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before, When will return the glory of your prime ? No more oh never more ! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight ; Fresh Spring, and Summer, and Winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight No more oh never more!
241. lappuse - Mont Blanc yet gleams on high: the power is there, The still and solemn power of many sights And many sounds, and much of life and death. In the calm darkness of the moonless nights, In the lone glare of day, the snows descend Upon that Mountain; none beholds them there, Nor when the flakes burn in the sinking sun, Or the star-beams dart through them...
66. lappuse - Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine?- See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me?
11. lappuse - I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden ; Thou needest not fear mine ; My spirit is too deeply laden Ever to burthen thine. I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion ; Thou needest not fear mine ; Innocent is the heart's devotion With which I worship thine.
155. lappuse - GOOD-NIGHT ? ah ! no ; the hour is ill Which severs those it should unite ; Let us remain together still, Then it will be good night.
241. lappuse - Mountain ; none beholds them there, Nor when the flakes burn in the sinking sun, Or the star-beams dart through them : Winds contend Silently there, and heap the snow with breath Rapid and strong, but silently ! Its home The voiceless lightning in these solitudes Keeps innocently, and like vapor broods Over the snow. The secret Strength of things Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome Of Heaven is as a law...
137. lappuse - We pledged our hearts, my love and I, I in my arms the maiden clasping; I could not guess the reason why, But, oh! I trembled like an aspen.
209. lappuse - O ! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please, Or let the easily persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould Of a friend's fancy; or with head bent low And cheek aslant see rivers flow of gold 'Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go From mount to mount through Cloudland, gorgeous land! Or...