The Jewel: Or, Token of FriendshipR. P. Bixby and Company, 1837 |
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Էջ 213 - Some of the islands where the fancied paradise of the Indians was situated, were believed to be in Lake Superior. THAT blessed isle lies far away — 'Tis many a weary league from land, Where billows in their golden play Dash on its sparkling sand. No tempest's wrath, or stormy waters' roar, Disturb the echoes of that peaceful shore. There the light breezes lie at rest, Soft pillowed on the glassy deep ; Pale cliffs look on the waters' breast, And watch their silent sleep.
Էջ 219 - FAIR Ellen was long the delight of the young, No damsel could with her compare ; Her charms were the theme of the heart and the tongue, And bards without number in ecstasies sung The beauties of Ellen the fair. Yet cold was the maid ; and though legions advanced, All drilled by Ovidean art, And languished and ogled, protested and danced, Like shadows they came, and like shadows they glanced From the hard, polished ice of her heart Yet still did the heart of fair Ellen implore A something that could...
Էջ 78 - Sett'st thou with dusk and folded wing, To while the hours of light away. Sad minstrel ! thou hast learn'd, like me, That life's deceitful gleam is vain ; And well the lesson profits thee, Who will not trust its charm again. Thou, unbeguiled, thy plaint dost trill To listening night, when mirth is o'er : I, heedless of the warning, still Believe, to be deceived once more.
Էջ 215 - There, when the sun sets on the sea, And gilds the forest's waving crown, Strains of immortal harmony To those sweet shades come down. Bright and mysterious forms that green shore throng, And pour in evening's ear their charmed song. E'en on this cold and cheerless shore, While all is dark and quiet near, The huntsman, when his toils are o'er, That melody may hear. And see, faint gleaming o'er the waters' foam, The glories of that isle, his future home.
Էջ 187 - ... hope to see successful in the next few years, or in the years of your own life. Fear not the reproach of Quixotism or of fanaticism; but after you have well weighed what you undertake, if you see your way clearly, and are convinced that you are right, go forward, even though you, like Mr. Garrison, do it at the risk of being torn to pieces by the very men through whose changed hearts your purpose will one day be accomplished. Fight on with all your strength against whatever odds and with however...
Էջ 226 - Her decks on which the sun beams play Are girt by many a gun, That guard our fame by night and day, Where laurels green are won. And ever may she lift on high The banner of our glory, Bearing...
Էջ 243 - And swift from heaven the night-dews sped, With pearly gifts for leaf and blossom. And soft as balmy dews of night, Upon the beauteous blossom's breast Came slumber, and her finger light On every closing eyelid pressed.
Էջ 93 - Just then, two of his playmates coming along with a ball, Dick put his knife into his pocket, and went to join them in a game of 'one-old-cat.
Էջ 227 - And though the tempest clouds may lower Above the angry deep, And storms, with wild convulsive power, Around that vessel sweep, While...
Էջ 11 - When pale-eyed prophets did the fate declare, " That dread abyss should yawn for ever there, " Till Rome's best jewel, darkly tombed within, " The gods should soothe, and expiate the sin! — " Know ye not, how their robes of Syrian hue " To the sad King the trembling matrons threw?