The Deserted Bride: And Other PoemsD. Appleton and Company, 1843 - 172 pages |
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Ameri beam beauty beloved Bessy Bell bird bless bloom bosom bough bower boys breathes breeze bride bright brow cheer dear dearest earth eyes fade fair fate fill high flower forget French leave gentle glide glory grief grove gushing hand Hast heaven hills honour and obey hour Indians JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES kiss'd lady land leaves light Long time ago love thee Love's lover maid Marion's McRea MIDNIGHT BELL miss thee moon mother's son mountain native ne'er never New-York night Nymphs o'er open thy lattice Palestine pine-tree Pocahontas Powhattan pride Queen red-man Rhyme RHYME AND REASON roam round thee Sally St scene shade silent song soul spirit sprites star stream sunbeam sway'd by smiles tears thine thou to-night tomahawk tree true Twas waves wealth weary Westward ho whip poor WHIP-POOR-WILL wings wood woodman
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Page 39 - WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE! , spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
Page 170 - After a moment's pause, he added: " Don't think me foolish. I don't know how it is: I never ride out but I turn down this lane to look at that old tree. I have a thousand recollections about it, and I always greet it as a familiar and well-remembered friend.
Page 43 - I've tried ; Where all were false I found thee true, My counsellor and guide. The mines of earth no treasures give That could this volume buy : In teaching me the way to live, It taught me how to die.
Page 40 - When but an idle boy, I sought its 'grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here too my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand, — Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand!
Page 170 - Riding out of town a few days since, in company with a friend, an old gentleman, he invited me to turn down a little, romantic woodland pass, not far from Bloomingdale. " Your object?" inquired I. " Merely to look once more at an old tree planted by my grandfather long before I was born, under which I used to play when a boy, and where my sisters played with me.
Page 42 - This book is all that's left me now, — Tears will unbidden start, — With faltering lip and throbbing brow I press it to my heart. For many generations past Here is our family tree; My mother's hands this Bible clasped, She, dying, gave it me.
Page 39 - Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties ; Oh, spare that aged oak Now towering to the skies ! When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here, too, my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand...
Page 43 - Ah! well do I remember those Whose names these records bear, Who round the hearth-stone used to close After the evening prayer, And speak of what these pages said, In tones my heart would thrill! Though they are with the silent dead, Here are they living still! My father read this Holy Book To brothers, sisters dear...
Page 67 - Tis ever thus : when in life's storm Hope's star to man grows dim, An angel kneels in woman's form And breathes a prayer for him.
Page 47 - I NEVER have been false to thee ! The heart I gave thee still is thine ; Though thou hast been untrue to me, And I no more may call thee mine ! I've loved, as woman ever loves, With constant soul in good or ill...