On Southern Poetry Prior to 1860...

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B. F. Johnson publishing Company, 1900 - 155 Seiten
 

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Seite 72 - MY life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But, ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground — to die ; Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed.
Seite 14 - I thank God there are no free schools nor printing, and I hope we shall not have them these hundred years; for learning has brought disobedience and heresy and sects into the world, and printing has divulged them, and libels against the best government. God keep us from both!
Seite 72 - Restless — and soon to pass away! Yet, ere that leaf shall fall and fade, The parent tree will mourn its shade, The winds bewail the leafless tree — But none shall breathe a sigh for me! My life is like the prints which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand; Soon as the rising tide shall beat, All trace will vanish from the sand; Yet, as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race, On that lone shore loud moans the sea — But none, alas! shall mourn for me!
Seite 21 - A Song of Sion. Written by a Citizen thereof, whose outward Habitation is in Virginia ; and being sent over to some of his Friends in England, the same is found fitting to be Published, for to warn the Seed of Evil-doers. . . . With an Additional Post-Script from another Hand. Printed in the Year, 1662. 4", 6 leaves. In verse. [Col.] Printed for Robert Wilson, 1662.
Seite 116 - Sleep sweetly in your humble graves, Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause; Though yet no marble column craves The pilgrim here to pause.
Seite 117 - Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause ! Though yet no marble column craves The pilgrim here to pause, In seeds of laurel in the earth The blossom of your fame is blown, And somewhere, waiting for its birth, The shaft is in the stone!
Seite 44 - A far nobler fortune thy person shall meet ; Into paint will I grind thee, my bride !" Then seizing the maid by her dark auburn hair, An oil jug he plunged her within.
Seite 114 - Much yet remains unsaid — pure must he be ; Oh, blessed are the pure ! for they shall hear Where others hear not, see where others see With a dazed vision : who have drawn most near My shrine, have ever brought a spirit cased And mailed in a body clean and chaste. LV " The Poet to the whole wide world belongs, Even as the teacher is the child's...
Seite 17 - And, worthy George, by industry and use Let's see what lines Virginia will produce. Go on with Ovid as you have begun With the first five books;8 let your numbers run 40 Glib* as the former, so shall it live long, And do much honor to the English tongue.
Seite 23 - Tis said the Gods lower down that Chain above, That tyes both Prince and Subject up in Love'; And if this Fiction of the Gods be true, Few, Mary-Land, in this can boast but you : Live ever blest, and let those Clouds that do Eclipse most States, be always Lights to you ; And dwelling so, you may for ever be The only Emblem of Tranquility.

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