Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 1, July 1852

Name: Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 1, July 1852
Author: Various

Various

Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals

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                   =I DREAM OF ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL.=


                        =BY MISS M. E. ALILSON.=


             I dream of all things beautiful—
               The glad, bright stars above,
             As one by one they deck the heavens,
               Like angel-smiles of love;
             Of moonbeams as they softly rest
               Upon the quiet lake,
             And from its darkened brow the gloom
               Of falling shadows take.

             I dream of all things beautiful—
               The blush of op’ning flowers,
             When first their petals bright unclose
               In spring-time’s leafy bowers;
             Of dew-drops when they silently
               At evening’s twilight close,
             Stoop down and kiss the leaflets fair
               Of sweet unfolding rose.

             I dream of all things beautiful—
               The brooklet on its way,
             As sparkling bright it sings of joy
               The live-long summer day;
             Of shady woods where glad, free winds
               Are whisp’ring softly now,
             Where many birdlings, blithe and gay,
               Sing sweet from ev’ry bough.

             I dream of all things beautiful—
               The shell of ocean’s caves,
             That softly parts its rosy lips
               And drinks the dewy waves;
             Of emerald isles that glisten
               Like gems upon the deep,
             Where whispering winds their music
               Untiring vigils keep.

             I dream of all things beautiful—
               A home beyond the seas,
             Where flowers ever waft their scents
               Upon the sleepy breeze;
             Of summers lovely and undying,
               Bright skies of cloudless blue,
             Where nature smiles forever bright,
               In robes of loveliest hue.

             I dream of all things beautiful—
               Sweet music soft and low,
             When wakened ’neath a skillful touch,
               Its gentle numbers flow;
             Of low, sweet words, when angels near
               Are whisp’ring sweet of Heaven,
             Where contrite hearts shall find their chains
               Of sin and darkness riven.

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                       =ANECDOTES OF OSTRICHES.=

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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 1, July 1852Various

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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 1, July 1852

Various

Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals

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                   =I DREAM OF ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL.=


                        =BY MISS M. E. ALILSON.=


             I dream of all things beautiful—
               The glad, bright stars above,
             As one by one they deck the heavens,
               Like angel-smiles of love;
             Of moonbeams as they softly rest
               Upon the quiet lake,
             And from its darkened brow the gloom
               Of falling shadows take.

             I dream of all things beautiful—
               The blush of op’ning flowers,
             When first their petals bright unclose
               In spring-time’s leafy bowers;
             Of dew-drops when they silently
               At evening’s twilight close,
             Stoop down and kiss the leaflets fair
               Of sweet unfolding rose.

             I dream of all things beautiful—
               The brooklet on its way,
             As sparkling bright it sings of joy
               The live-long summer day;
             Of shady woods where glad, free winds
               Are whisp’ring softly now,
             Where many birdlings, blithe and gay,
               Sing sweet from ev’ry bough.

             I dream of all things beautiful—
               The shell of ocean’s caves,
             That softly parts its rosy lips
               And drinks the dewy waves;
             Of emerald isles that glisten
               Like gems upon the deep,
             Where whispering winds their music
               Untiring vigils keep.

             I dream of all things beautiful—
               A home beyond the seas,
             Where flowers ever waft their scents
               Upon the sleepy breeze;
             Of summers lovely and undying,
               Bright skies of cloudless blue,
             Where nature smiles forever bright,
               In robes of loveliest hue.

             I dream of all things beautiful—
               Sweet music soft and low,
             When wakened ’neath a skillful touch,
               Its gentle numbers flow;
             Of low, sweet words, when angels near
               Are whisp’ring sweet of Heaven,
             Where contrite hearts shall find their chains
               Of sin and darkness riven.

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                       =ANECDOTES OF OSTRICHES.=

Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.

Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 1, July 1852

Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 1, July 1852

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