Selections from the Writings of Mrs. Sarah C. Edgarton Mayo: With a Memoir, by Her HusbandA. Tomkins, 1849 - 432 pages |
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Page 57 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Page 150 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate.
Page 65 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Page 209 - Oh Maid of Thura, from thy halls Of gleaming crystal deign to rise! The golden-haired Udollo calls, And yearns to gaze within thine eyes. Fain would he touch that magic lyre Whose echoes he has heard above, And kindle every dulcet wire With an adoring, burning love. Come, Maid of Thura, from thy halls; The golden-haired Udollo calls!' ' Youth of the flaming, lucent eye, Youth of the lily hand and brow, Udollo! I have heard thy cry, I rise before thee now!
Page 208 - Tis said below a Maid there is, Who strikes a lyre of silver strings To spirit symphonies. A Youth once sought that fountain's side, Udollo of the golden hair; He cast a garland in the tide, And thus invoked the Maiden there. ' Oh Maid of Thura, from thy halls Of gleaming crystal deign to rise! The golden-haired Udollo calls, And yearns to gaze within thine eyes.
Page 232 - You catch the pleam of wings. Shrill shrieks the human baby In the madness of delight, And back return loud echoes From the little shadow sprite. At morning by my bedside When first the birdies sing, Up starts the little phantom With a merry laugh and spring. She woos me from my pillow With her little coaxing arms; I go where'er she beckons — A victim to her charms. At night I still am haunted By glimpses of her face; Her features on my pillow By moonlight I can trace. Whence came this shadow-baby...
Page 225 - neath the changing colors of the sky ; The distant light-house broke upon the view, And the long land-point spread before the eye. Clear as a mirror lay the rock-bound cove ; Far off, one blasted pine against the sky Lifted its scraggy form ; the crow above Flapped his black wings, and wound his long shrill cry.
Page 332 - I gaze at the heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and stars, which thou hast made: What is man, that thou art mindful of him ? or the son of man, that thou hast care of him?
Page 209 - With amber tresses dropt with gold, With foam-white bosom veiled from view Too closely by the rainbow's fold, Oh, Maid of Thura ! let my hand Receive from thine the silver lyre ; Athwart thy white arm, Iris-spanned, I see one glittering, trembling wire ! That trembling wire I would invoke, Ere to thy touch it cease to quiver; The strain by thy sweet fingers woke I would prolong for ever!
Page 168 - Words that through all the heart's lone depths shall burn ; Words, that inwrought with hope and love intense, Shall thrill and shake the soul, as God's own voice Shakes the high heavens, and thrills the silent earth ! Bring forth proud words of triumph, and rejoice That thy dear gift of song a holier birth Shall find, when this is o'er! Too much in earlier days, departing soul, Thy song...