Sibylline Verses: Or the Mirror of FateA. Tompkins, 1846 - 216 pages |
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Sibylline Verses, Or the Mirror of Fate (Classic Reprint) Hannah J. Woodman No preview available - 2017 |
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angel art thou beam bear beauty beneath bless bliss bloom bosom breathe bright charms clouds cold dark dark page dazzling dost doth dream earth eye of truth fade fair Fair lady fame fear feel fill thy flowers gems gentle gild glory grace grief Hast thou hath heaven holy hope hour Lady life's light lofty looks love's maiden morning ne'er neath never night o'er thee o'er thy pray pride princely hall pure round thee shadow shed shine sibyl skies smile soft song sorrow star sunbeam sunshine sweet tears tell tempest tempest-tost thine eye thou art Thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thoughts thy breast thy brow thy fate thy feet thy future thy heart thy home thy path thy soul thy spirit thy young thyself toil tone tread treasures trust voice wave weep wild witchery youth
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Page 93 - Count each affliction, whether light or grave, God's messenger sent down to thee ; do thou With courtesy receive him ; rise and bow ; And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave Permission first his heavenly feet to lave ; Then lay before him all thou hast ; allow No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow, Or mar thy hospitality ; no wave Of mortal tumult to obliterate The soul's marmoreal calmness : Grief should be Like joy, majestic, equable, sedate ; Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free ;...
Page 90 - Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth. O, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart, For a smile of God thou art.
Page 76 - Chosen thou hast ; and they that overween, And at thy growing virtues fret their spleen, No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth. Thy care is fix'd, and zealously attends To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light, And hope that reaps not shame.
Page 76 - Athenian walls from ruin bare. IX. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY. LADY, that in the prime of earliest youth Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green, And with those few art eminently seen, That labour up the hill of heavenly truth, The better part with Mary and with Ruth Chosen thou hast ; and they that overween, And at thy growing virtues fret their spleen, No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth.
Page 90 - MAIDEN ! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
Page 8 - Poor indeed thou must be, if around thee Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw ; If no silken cord of love hath bound thee To some little world through weal...
Page 89 - A brother tomb to tell you you shall die. That death you dread (so great is nature's skill !) Know, you shall court before you shall enjoy. But you are learn'd ; in volumes, deep you sit ; In wisdom, shallow : pompous ignorance ! Would you be still more learned than the learn'd ? Learn well to know how much need not be known, And what that knowledge, which impairs your sense. Our needful knowledge, like our needful food, Unhedged, lies open in life's common field ; And bids all welcome to the vital...
Page 170 - Like spring-showers, they'll only make The smiles that follow shine more brightly May Time, who sheds his blight o'er all, And daily dooms some joy to death, O'er thee let years so gently fall, They shall not crush one flower beneath As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances, May that side the sun's upon Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances...
Page 53 - Now wrapp'd in some mysterious dream, A lone philosopher you seem ; Now quick from hill to vale you fly, And now you sweep the vaulted sky ; A shepherd next, you haunt the plain, And warble forth your oaten strain ; A lover now, with all the grace Of that sweet passion in your face...
Page 81 - For the high ones and powerful shall come To do you reverence ; and the beautiful Will know the purer language of your brow. And read it like a talisman of love!