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Thamuta, the Spirit of Death and other poems. [By M. G. Cooper.]
Mary Grace Cooper
Vista completa - 1837
amid beauty beneath beside bless bowed bower breathed bright brow child closed cold couch dark darkened dead Death deep departed died dread dreams dust earth earthly Eternity fading fair fear fire fled flowers fond gathered gaze gleamed gloom glory glow gold grave grief hall hand hast hath head heard heart heaven hope hour hushed immortal King land Life's light living lonely look midnight mighty mingling morning mortal mother mourned moved never night o'er pale passed path peace pride proud rest rich rise rolled rose scene shade shadows shalt shining sigh silent sister sleep smile soft sorrow soul spirit stars step sweet thee thine thou thought thro tomb touch train tread tree voice Wake waken walk wandering watch wild wind wing young youth
Página 139 - Then shall the kingdom of heaven be likened unto ten virgins, which took their lamps, and went forth to meet the bridegroom.
Página 94 - And when I looked, behold, an hand was sent unto me ; and, lo, a roll of a book was therein ; And he spread it before me ; and it was written within and without : and there was written therein lamentations, and mourning, and woe.
Página 141 - And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the bridegroom cometh ; go ye out to meet him.
Página 143 - And while they went to buy, the bridegroom came; and they that were ready went in with him to the marriage: and the door was shut.
Página 104 - Tis she — far off through moonlight dim, He knew his own betrothed bride, She, who would rather die with him, Than live to gain the world beside...
Página 118 - From dreams of night on each I call, Each of the far removed ; And waken to my own wild cry, Where are ye, my beloved...
Página 63 - Through each convulsive strife, Even now, with agonizing grasp Of terror and regret, To all in life its love would clasp, Clings close and closer yet. Yet why , immortal , vital spark ! Thus mortally opprest? Look up, my soul, through prospects dark And bid thy terrors rest; Forget, forego thy earthly part, Thine heavenly being trust: Ah , vain attempt ! my coward heart Still shuddering clings to dust. Oh ye ! who soothe the pangs of death With love's own patient care, Still , still retain this fleeting...
Página 23 - Hush, fond enthusiast ! — still obscure and lone, Yet not less terrible because unknown, Is the last hour of thousands — they retire From life's throng'd path, unnoticed to expire. As the light leaf, whose fall to ruin bears Some trembling insect's little world of cares, Descends in silence, while around waves on The mighty forest, reckless what is gone ! Such is man's doom — and ere an hour be flown...
Página 94 - The wild beasts of the desert shall also meet with the wild beasts of the island, and the satyr shall cry to his fellow ; the screech owl also shall rest there, and find for herself a place of rest. There shall the great owl make her nest, and lay, and hatch, and gather under her shadow: there shall the vultures also be gathered, every one with her mate.