The MagnoliaJ. Wilson and son, 1866 - 58 pages |
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amid angel back to Rome Bear beauty bee will dine benigna stella bird birth blessed blossoms boyhood's bring him home casket cloister cockle Couldst dead dear DIRGE doth dream drink drop serene dust dwell earth EPITAPH eyes fair fancy farewell fell flowers fragrance gates of Rome gentle gleam grace gray grief guest half hand heart hither Invoco lady lamb hath lain laurel letter lilac look MAGNOLIA Magnolia's marble mare irato mayst Memory morn mound with sunshine muse night nostra benigna stella o'er ocean OMEN oriole Orpheus pain Panthéon PEACOCK pearl PERAY perfume poet proud rain may rain remembered thee rest sacred shell SHIP Shouldst thou sigh sleep star stirred subita procella sun may shine sunny sweet tardy taste tell thee in Stein things thou art Thou hast thy breath tomb tread Twas unto VESPERS violet waves weep word write
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Page 29 - DIRGE. FOR ONE WHO FELL IN BATTLE. ROOM for a Soldier! lay him in the clover; He loved the fields, and they shall be his cover; Make his mound with hers who called him once her lover: Where the rain may rain upon it, Where the sun may shine upon it, Where the lamb hath lain upon it, And the bee will dine upon it.
Page 14 - VJ7HAT shall we do now, Mary being dead, Or say or write that shall express the half? What can we do but pillow that fair head, And let the Spring-time write her epitaph! — As it will soon, in snowdrop, violet, Wind-flower and columbine and maiden's tear; Each letter of that pretty alphabet, That spells in flowers the pageant of the year. She was a maiden for a man to love; She was a woman for a husband's life; One that has learned to value, far above The name of love, the sacred name of wife.
Page 17 - Not here!" Shouldst thou, sad pilgrim, who mayst hither pass, Note in these flowers a delicater hue, Should spring come earlier to this hallowed grass, Or the bee later linger on the dew, — Know that her spirit to her body lent Such sweetness, grace, as only goodness can; That even her dust, and this her monument, Have yet a spell to stay one lonely man, — Lonely through life, but looking for the day When what is mortal of himself shall sleep, When human passion shall have passed away, And Love...
Page 28 - Dirge For One Who Fell in Battle D OOM for a soldier! lay him in the clover; He loved the fields, and they shall be his cover; Make his mound with hers who called him once her lover: Where the rain may rain upon it, Where the sun may shine upon it, Where the lamb hath lain upon it, And the bee will dine upon it. Bear him to no dismal tomb under city churches; Take him to the fragrant fields, by the silver birches, Where the whip-poor-will shall mourn, where the oriole perches: Make his mound with...
Page 15 - One that has learned to value, far above The name of love, the sacred name of wife. Her little life-dream, rounded so with sleep, Had all there is of life, except gray hairs, — Hope, love, trust, passion and devotion deep ; And that mysterious tie a Mother bears.
Page 29 - ... shine upon it, Where the lamb hath lain upon it, And the bee will dine upon it. Sunshine in his heart, the rain would come full often Out of those tender eyes which evermore did soften : He never could look cold till we saw him in his coffin. Make his mound with sunshine on it, Where the wind may sigh upon it, Where the moon may stream upon it, And Memory shall dream upon it.
Page 24 - EPITAPH ON A CHILD THIS little seed of. life and love Just lent us for a day, Came like a blessing from above, Passed like a dream away. And when we garnered in the earth The foison that was ours. We felt that burial was but birth To spirits, as to flowers.
Page 29 - Fern and rosemary shall grow my soldier's pillow over : Where the rain may rain upon it, Where the sun may shine upon it, Where the lamb hath lain upon it, And the bee will dine upon it. Sunshine in his heart...
Page 1 - MEMORIAL of my former days, Magnolia, as I scent thy breath, And on thy pallid beauty gaze, I feel not far from death ! So much hath happened ! and so much The tomb hath claimed of what was mine ! Thy fragrance moves me with a touch As from a hand divine : So many dead ! so many wed ! Since first, by this Magnolia's tree, I pressed a gentle hand and said, A word no more for me ! Lady, who sendest from the South This frail, pale token of the past, I press the petals to my mouth, And sigh — as 'twere...
Page 16 - THE handful here, that once was Mary's earth, Held, while it breathed, so beautiful a soul, That, when she died, all recognized her birth, And had their sorrow in serene control. "Not here! not here!