 | Frederick William Thomas - 1841 - 176 pàgines
...which— tbou or the lights above. There hangs more destinies.' « How beautiful, hey ?— again : ' Sleep not, thine image wakes for aye Within my watching breast, Sleep not, from her stilt bleep should fly, Who robs all hearts of rest.' " There is the spirit of the loves of the knights... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 pàgines
...setting sun, — Nor sweeter, if my numbers seem To share the nature of their theme. SERENADE. LOOH out upon the stars, my love, And shame them with thine...Sleep not ! — thine image wakes for aye Within my watehing breast : Sleep not ! — from her soft sleep should fly, Who robs all hearts of rest. Nay,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 136 pàgines
...of singing birds, Or that soft chain of spoken flowers, And airy gems— thy words. SERENADE. LOOE out upon the stars, my love, And shame them with thine eyes, On which, than on the lights above, There hung more destinies. Night's beauty is the harmony Of blending shades and light; Then, lady, up—... | |
 | S C. Edgarton, Sarah Carter Edgarton Mayo - 1848 - 192 pàgines
...destinies, Nightrs heanty is the harmony Of hlending shades and light i Then, lady, np ! look ont and he A sister to the night ! Sleep not !— thine image wakes for aye Within my watehing hreasti Sleep not !— from her soft sieep shonld fly. Who rohs all hearts of rest. Nay, lady,... | |
 | 1850 - 656 pàgines
...this modern bard it had been reserved to describe th-e human brilliants as surpassing those above. " Look out upon the stars, my love, And shame them with thine eyes." Again, when poor Ovid, in the simplicity of his heart, while depicting the morning, selteth forth Aurora... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 pàgines
...mourn the setting su», — Nor sweeter, if my number« erom To share the nature of their SERENADE. arry and McMillan light? above, There hang more destinies. Night's beauty is the harmony Of blending shades and light... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1859 - 812 pàgines
...there stood some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, and weariness a name. A SERENADE. Look out upon the stars, my love, And shame them with thine eyes, On which, than on the lights above, Thers hang more destinies. Night's beauty is the harmony Of blending shades and light ; Then, 4ady,... | |
 | Metta Victoria Fuller Victor - 1861 - 246 pàgines
...p*pa very — and Ihilip expected ermy moment. CHIUSTMAS-SIGUT IN THE CABIN CHAPTER V. SCIPIO'S STORY. Look out upon the stars, my love, And shame them with...thine eyes, On which, than on the lights above, There hangs more destinies. Night's beauty is the harmony Of blending shade* and light; Then, lady, up —... | |
 | Metta Victoria Victor - 1861 - 314 pàgines
...— and Philip expected every moment. CHAPTER V. SCIPIO'S STOBY. " Look out upon the stars, my lore, And shame them with thine eyes, On which, than on the lights above, There hangs more destinies. Night's beauty is the harmony Of blending shades and light ; Then, lady, up —... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1862 - 792 pàgines
...there stood some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, and weariness a name. A SERENADE. Look out upon the stars, my love, And shame them with...shades and light ; Then, lady, up, — look out, and bo A sister to the night !— Sleep not ! — thine image wakes for aye Within my watching breast:... | |
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A sister to the night !— Sleep not ! — thine image wakes for aye Within my watching breast: Sleep not! — from her soft sleep should fly, Who robs all hearts of rest. Nay, lady, from thy slumbers break, And make this darkness gay With looks, whose... 
