Friendship's Offering, and Winter's WreathE. H. Butler, 1843 |
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Էջ 313 - As the arrow is stopp'd by its prize in the sky — The arrow to earth, and the foam to the shore — Death finds them when swiftness and sparkle are o'er — But Harrison's death fills the climax of story — He went with his old stride — from glory to glory ! Lay his sword on his breast ! There's no spot on its blade In whose cankering breath his bright laurels will fade ! 'Twas the first to lead on at humanity's call — It was stay'd with sweet mercy when
Էջ 118 - Chloris, Sappho, Lesbia, or Doris, Arethusa or Lucrece. " Ah !" replied my gentle fair, " Beloved, what are names but air? Choose thou whatever suits the line ; Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage or Doris, Only, only call me Thine.
Էջ 313 - Twas the first to lead on at humanity's call — It was stayed with sweet mercy when " glory" was all ! As calm in the council as gallant in war, He fought for his country, and not its
Էջ 90 - ... energies too stern for mirth, The reach of thought, the strength of will, Mid cloud and tempest have their birth, Through blight and blast their course fulfil...
Էջ 314 - lover and friend" to his country, as well ! For the stars on our banner, grown suddenly dim, Let us weep, in our darkness — but weep not for him ! Not for him — who, departing, leaves millions in tears ! Not for him — who has died full of honor and years ! Not for him — who ascended Fame's ladder so high From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky ! It is blessed to go when so ready to die.
Էջ 219 - And the sly devil did not take his spouse. But heaven that brings out good from evil, And loves to disappoint the devil, Had predetermined to restore Twofold all Job had before, His children, camels, horses, cows — Short-sighted devil, not to take his spouse ! ON A VOLUNTEER SINGER.
Էջ 281 - ... spreading before the fire the clothes of her husband and her boy. An hour passed, and she grew somewhat uneasy that he had remained abroad beyond the usual period of his return. Another hour had elapsed, when she said to her father, " Father, go out to the hillock, and try if you can see his sail upon the water ; he seldom stays out so long when the sea is calm and the weather fair ; my little boy, too, was not quite well last night, and this alone should have hastened him home.
Էջ 313 - Follow now, as ye list! The first mourner to-day Is the nation, whose father is taken away ! Wife, children, and neighbor, may moan at his knell ; He was " lover and friend " to his country, as well ! For the stars on our banner, grown suddenly dim, Let us weep, in our darkness, but weep not for him ! Not for him, who, departing, leaves millions in tears; Not for him, who has died full of...
Էջ 312 - WHAT ! soar'd the old eagle to die at the sun ! Lies he stiff with spread wings at the goal he had won ! Are there spirits more blest than the
Էջ 36 - We'll miss her at the evening time, For then her voice and lute Best loved to sing some sweet old rhyme When other sounds were mute. — Twined round the ancient window-seat, While she was singing there, The jasmine from outside would meet, And wreathe her fragrant hair. We'll miss her when we gather round Our blazing hearth at night, When ancient memories abound, Or hopes where all unite ; And pleasant talk of years to come — Those years our fancies frame. Ah ! she has now another home, And bears...