The Complete Poetical Works of the Late Miss Lucy HooperFanshaw, 1848 - 402 pages |
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The Complete Poetical Works of the Late Miss. Lucy Hooper (Classic Reprint) Lucy Hooper No preview available - 2016 |
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art thou beam beautiful bitter blessed blest bloom bowed breath bright bright land Brooklyn brow calm cast cheek cheer child cloud dark death deep dirge doth dreams early earth earthly faded fair fair brow Fair lady faith fame fear feel fervent flowers gaze gentle gift glad song glance gleams glorious glory glow grave greet grief hath hear heart Heaven holy hope hour lady life's light lingered lips lone lyre memory mind minstrel Miss Hooper Miss Lucy Hooper mother musing neath night o'er once pale pass praise prayed prayer pure radiant rest rich round scenes seraph shine shone silent smile soft song soothe sorrow soul spell spirit star sunny sweet tears tell thee thine thou thoughts thrilling throng Thy dreams tone truth Twas unto visions voice wake wandering watch wave weary ween wild youth
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Page 28 - And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine; A being, breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength and skill; A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort; and command. And yet a spirit, still and bright With something of an angel light.
Page 28 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 251 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Page 37 - Epitaph on Elizabeth, LH Wouldst thou hear what man can say In a little? Reader, stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbor give To more virtue than doth live. If at all she had a fault Leave it buried in this vault. One name was Elizabeth, Th' other, let it sleep with death; Fitter, where it died, to tell, Than that it lived at all.
Page 202 - Through a dim world, untouch'd by living death ; A cheerful watcher through the spirit's night, Soothing the grief from which she may not flee; — A herald of glad news — a seraph bright, Pointing to sheltering havens yet to be. Yea, Faith and Time, and thou that through the hour Of the lone night hast nerved the feeble hand, Kindled the weary heart with sudden fire, Gifted the drooping soul with living power, Immortal Energy...
Page 33 - Farewell ! A little time, and we Who knew thee well, and loved thee here, One after one shall follow thee, As pilgrims through the gate of fear, Which opens on eternity.
Page 201 - Breathe to thy soul their high, mysterious sound, And faint not in the noontide of thy day, — Wait thou for Time ! Wait thou for Time — the slow-unfolding flower Chides man's impatient haste with long delay ; The harvest ripening in the autumnal sun — The golden fruit of suffering's weighty power Within the soul — like soft bells...
Page 205 - We would lift up each thought from this earth-shaded light, To the regions above, where there stealeth no blight; And with Faith's chosen shield by no dark tempests riven, We would gaze from earth's storms on the brightness of heaven!
Page 204 - Give me armour of proof — I have torn from my heart Each soft tie and true that forbade me to part : Bring the sword of Damascus, its blade cold and bright; That...
Page 176 - Wo for the trusting hour ! Oh kingly stag ! no hand hath brought thee down ; 'Twas with a patriot's heart, Where fear usurped no part, Thou...