It is unnatural, we learn by sight,
For things to sorrow long. Philosophy,
Whose ken is clear, does prove us this. Still night,
Which sits, so frequent weeping that the eye
Of twilight should neglect her, - scorns to sigh,
So soon as wooers…
There is no peculiarity of my native New England I miss so much as the roaring of the sea. Extract from a Letter. The roaring sea - the roaring sea!
How would my heart rejoice
To pace again its sandy shores,
To hear its thunder voice!
I pine to…
We walked by the side of the tranquil stream,That the sun had tinged with his parting beam,The water was still, and so crystal clear,That every spray had its image there.And every reed that o'er it bowed,And the crimson streak, and the silvery…
I've thrown the bowl aside.
For me no more shall flow
Its rudder stream or sparkling tide,
How bright so o'er it glow;
I've seen extending wide
Its devastating away,
Seen reason yield its power to guide -
I've cast the bowl away!
O, ne'er…
I KNEW that we must part; day after day
I saw the dread Destroyer win his way.That hollow cough first rang the fatal knell,As on my ear its prophet-warning fell;Feeble and slow the once light footstep grew,Thy wasting cheek put on death's pallid…
Bowing adorers of the gale, Ye cowslips delicately pale,
Upraise your loaded stems;
Unfold your cups in splendor, speak! Who decked you with that ruddy streak,
And gilt your golden gems?
Violets, sweet tenants of the shade, In purple's richest…
There is one mind, one omnipresent mind,Omnific. His most holy name is Love.Truth of sublime import! with the whichWho feeds and saturates his constant soul,He from his small particular orbit fliesWith bless'd outstarting! From Himself he…
GEN. xiv. 3. The sons of Jacob, sinful men,
Stood before Egypt's lord;
And guilt and fear were working here,
Keen as a two edged sword,
Within their bosoms whilst they thought Of what their bloody hands had wrought. They thought of Joseph.…
I.
Of all my race there breathes not one
To comfort or deplore me;
Pain wakes a pulse in every bone,
And death is closing o'er me.
Still doth his lifter stroke delay,
Protracted tortures dooming,
I feel, ere life has pass'd away,
His very…
Haste thee, haste thee, hour divine,Joys extatic - bliss is thine,And raptures from the throne above -Sweeter those, than life to me,When the world and cares do flee;And Jesus speaks, in tones of love,O, time of prayer! O, hour divine! -Extatic joys…
