Echoes from nature; a collection of poems, embracing a reprint of other verses, published in 1844 and 1847 ... - Tapa blanda
Sinopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 Excerpt: ...From all that he may hear or see. I send no pictures for your view, Such presents I must now decline; I rather seek to show what's true In this my little Valentine. ON RECEIVING AS A PRESENT SOME SUPERB PHOTOGRAPHS OF WOODLAND SCENERY. 1872. OYES, I greatly love the pensive shade, The twilight vista, and the green arcade, Where oaks and hazels sweetly interlace, And sportive squirrels give each other chase; Where flowers spring and bloom, and then decay, Loading the air with perfume while they stay; Whoso leaves in autumn thickly strew the ground, And as one treads give forth a whispering sound: Yes, there I love to go when all is still, And watch the play of sunbeams on the rill; Where lie huge trees torn by some mighty blast, Like helpless giants of the long, long past, Forming a bridge across the fern-girt stream, Where owls resort to shun the mid-day beam: 'Tis there in summer-time I'd wish to stray, And sing of nature in her wild array. The human soul 'twould seem has latent powers, Which wake to pleasant life 'mid forest bowers. I thank you for this feast you give my eyes--"Blest be the art that can immortalize." TO MY SON, TnOMAS, ON HIS FOETY-SECOND BIRTH-DAY. AH! Forty-two! That period seems A chequered scene of fitful dreams; Now, light seems dancing on the past--Now, suddenly 'tis overcast; And everything is wild and drear, And hope's half-finished schemes appear. Thus 'tis with me. But now for you. What have you done? what will you do? For time is short, life's work is great, And your best plans are incomplete. Your barque has now her sails spread wide, You're drifting on a boisterous tide; Mind well your plumb-line, O, beware, And steer your course with utmost care; But if the compass says you're right, Then breast the storm with all ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 Excerpt: ...From all that he may hear or see. I send no pictures for your view, Such presents I must now decline; I rather seek to show what's true In this my little Valentine. ON RECEIVING AS A PRESENT SOME SUPERB PHOTOGRAPHS OF WOODLAND SCENERY. 1872. OYES, I greatly love the pensive shade, The twilight vista, and the green arcade, Where oaks and hazels sweetly interlace, And sportive squirrels give each other chase; Where flowers spring and bloom, and then decay, Loading the air with perfume while they stay; Whoso leaves in autumn thickly strew the ground, And as one treads give forth a whispering sound: Yes, there I love to go when all is still, And watch the play of sunbeams on the rill; Where lie huge trees torn by some mighty blast, Like helpless giants of the long, long past, Forming a bridge across the fern-girt stream, Where owls resort to shun the mid-day beam: 'Tis there in summer-time I'd wish to stray, And sing of nature in her wild array. The human soul 'twould seem has latent powers, Which wake to pleasant life 'mid forest bowers. I thank you for this feast you give my eyes--"Blest be the art that can immortalize." TO MY SON, TnOMAS, ON HIS FOETY-SECOND BIRTH-DAY. AH! Forty-two! That period seems A chequered scene of fitful dreams; Now, light seems dancing on the past--Now, suddenly 'tis overcast; And everything is wild and drear, And hope's half-finished schemes appear. Thus 'tis with me. But now for you. What have you done? what will you do? For time is short, life's work is great, And your best plans are incomplete. Your barque has now her sails spread wide, You're drifting on a boisterous tide; Mind well your plumb-line, O, beware, And steer your course with utmost care; But if the compass says you're right, Then breast the storm with all ...
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