Dreams Of Heaven (Mary Jane Jewsbury Poems)
Bright must they be, for there are none that die,And none that weep, and none that say farewell.Mrs. Hemans.LEAVES may ...
Bright must they be, for there are none that die,And none that weep, and none that say farewell.Mrs. Hemans.LEAVES may ...
Like a cold fatal sweat which ushers deathMy thoughts hang on me, & my lab'ring breathStopt up with sighs, my ...
When smiling spring, an angel fair! Walks o'er the verdant plain,And breathes a soft and balmy air, From isles beyond the main:When ...
Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast,With a sound of torrents flying, like a routed army, past,And, ...
In vain, dear Madam, yes in vain you strive; Alas! to make your luckless Mira thrive, For Tycho and Copernicus agree, No golden Planet bent its Rays on me. 'Tis twenty Winters, if it is no more; To speak the Truth it may be Twenty four. As many Springs their 'pointed Space have run, Since Mira's Eyes first open'd on the Sun. 'Twas when the Flocks on slabby Hillocks lie, And the cold Fishes rule the wat'ry Sky: But tho these Eyes the learned Page explore, And turn the pond'rous Volumes o'er and o'er, I find no Comfort from their Systems flow, But am dejected more as more I know. Hope shines a while, but like a Vapour flies, (The Fate of all the Curious and the Wise) For, Ah! cold Saturn triumph'd on that Day, And frowning Sol deny'd his golden Ray. You see I'm learned, and I shew't the more, That none may wonder when they find me poor. Yet Mira dreams, as slumbring Poets may, And rolls in Treasures till the breaking Day: While Books and Pictures in bright Order rise, And painted Parlours swim before her Eyes: Till the shrill Clock impertinently rings, And the soft Visions move their shining Wings: Then Mira wakes,— her Pictures are no more, And through her Fingers slides the vanish'd Ore. Convinc'd too soon, her Eye unwilling falls On the blue Curtains and the dusty Walls: She wakes, alas! to Business and to Woes, To sweep her Kitchen, and to mend her Clothes. But see pale Sickness with her languid Eyes, At whose Appearance all Delusion flies: The World recedes, its Vanities decline, Clorinda's Features seem as faint as mine! Gay Robes no more the aching Sight admires, Wit grates the Ear, and melting Music tires: Its wonted pleasures with each sense decay, Books please no more, and paintings fade away, The sliding Joys in misy Vapours end: Yet let me still, Ah! let me grasp a Friend: And when each Joy, when each lov'd Object flies, Be you the last that leaves my closing Eyes. But how will this dismantl'd Soul appear, When stripp'd of all it lately held so dear, Forc'd from its Prison of expiring Clay, Afraid and shiv'ring at the doubtful Way. Yet did these Eyes a dying Parent see, Loos'd from all Cares except a Thought for me, Without a Tear resign her short'ning Breath, And dauntless meet the ling'ring Stroke of Death. Then at th' Almighty's Sentence shall I mourn: "Of Dust thou art, to Dust shalt thou return." Or shall I wish to stretch the Line of Fate, That the dull Years may bear a longer Date, To share the Follies of succeeding Times With more Vexations and with deeper Crimes: Ah no — tho' Heav'n brings near the final Day, For such a Life I will not, dare not pray; But let the Tear for future Mercy flow, And fall resign'd beneath the mighty Blow. Nor I alone — for through the spacious Ball, With me will Numbers of all Ages fall: And the same Day that Mira yields her Breath, Thousands may enter through the Gates of Death. (Mary Leapor)
Brown was weeping; likewise cursing; and with amplitude of reason;For a letter had been handed him that very afternoonWhich proved ...
You're now, Eliza, fix'd for life;In other words, you're now -- a wife;And let me whisper in your ear,A wife, ...
Our first, our last, by heavenly fates impelled;We again meet; warned by the Spirit progressive, learn,Not man's design, mere compromise ...
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find,It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind:Brown bread as well as white must be for ...
Oh breathe not--breathe not--sure 'twas something holy--Earth hath no sounds like these--again it passesWith a wild, low voice, that slowly ...
Gloriana's EnglandFORTH sped thy gallant sailors, blithe and free,Fearing nor foeman's hate, nor iron clime,Nor Lima's flame, nor Plata's fever-slime,So ...
I DREW it from its china tomb;- It came out feebly scented With some thin ghost of past perfume That ...
NO classic warrior tempts my pen To fill with verse these pages-No lordly-hearted man of men My Muse's thought engages.Let others choose ...
Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids; I must not laugh, nor weep ...
"Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds,O sceptre of the sun, crown of the moon,There is not nothing, no, no, ...
She dwelt within a convent wall Beside the "blue Moselle," And pure and simple was her life As is the tale I tell. She ...
(F.M.L.)Living child or pictured cherub, Ne’er o’ermatched its baby grace;And the mother, moving nearer, Looked it calmly in the face;Then with slight ...
The burghers six of Calais,True were they and brave;To save their fellow-townsmenTheir lives they freely gave.Will ye hear their story?Come ...
No more I hail the morning's golden gleam,No more the wonders of the view I sing;Friendship requires a melancholy theme,At ...
Does death cleanse the stains of the spirit When sundered at last from the clay,Or keep we thereafter till judgment, Desires that ...
I stood at eve, as the sun went down, by a grave where a woman lies,Who lured men's souls to ...
Art thou he?-The seer and sage, the hero and lover-yea,The man of men, then away from the haughtydayCome with me!Ho-ho! ...
COME, hear me relate our Redeemer's vast love,When to purchase our souls he first came from above;That love bear in ...
THE ministering spirits from aboveDescend with energy creative fraught,They breathe on nature with the breath of love,And lo! she wakens ...
I.An empty sky, a world of heather, Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom;We two among them wading together, Shaking out honey, treading ...
Should I get married? Should I be Good?Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood?Don't take ...
Let us begin and carry up this corpse,Singing together.Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpesEach in its tetherSleeping safe ...
It is Christmas Day in the Workhouse,And the cold bare walls are brightWith garlands of green and holly,And the place ...
HEAR my advice, Adulterer obscene!And often in thy mind these precepts roll,E'er thou dost haste with appetite unclean,And headlong passion ...
Secluded from domestic strife,Jack Book-worm led a college life;A fellowship at twenty-fiveMade him the happiest man alive;He drank his glass ...
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