Poems, Volym 2D. Appleton, 1855 |
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... meet , Stainless with stainless , and sweet with sweet . White as those leaves , just blown apart , Are the folds of thy own young heart ; Guilty passion and cankering care Never have left their traces there . VOL . II . - 1 * Artless ...
... meet , Stainless with stainless , and sweet with sweet . White as those leaves , just blown apart , Are the folds of thy own young heart ; Guilty passion and cankering care Never have left their traces there . VOL . II . - 1 * Artless ...
Sida 29
... meet His ancient footprints stamped beside the pool . Still this great solitude is quick with life . Myriads of insects , gaudy as the flowers They flutter over , gentle quadrupeds , And birds , that scarce have learned the fear of man ...
... meet His ancient footprints stamped beside the pool . Still this great solitude is quick with life . Myriads of insects , gaudy as the flowers They flutter over , gentle quadrupeds , And birds , that scarce have learned the fear of man ...
Sida 63
... meet no more thine own , Though they weep that thou art absent , and that I am all alone . " She ceased , and turning from him her flushed and angry cheek , • Shut the door of her balcony before the Moor could speak . Boast not thy love ...
... meet no more thine own , Though they weep that thou art absent , and that I am all alone . " She ceased , and turning from him her flushed and angry cheek , • Shut the door of her balcony before the Moor could speak . Boast not thy love ...
Sida 65
... meet no more thine own , Though they weep that thou art absent , and that I am all alone . " She ceased , and turning from him her flushed and angry cheek , Shut the door of her balcony before the Moor could speak . THE DEATH OF ALIATAR ...
... meet no more thine own , Though they weep that thou art absent , and that I am all alone . " She ceased , and turning from him her flushed and angry cheek , Shut the door of her balcony before the Moor could speak . THE DEATH OF ALIATAR ...
Sida 97
... kindred heart ; There , in a long embrace that none may part , Fulfilment meets desire , and that fair shore Beholds its dwellers happy evermore . VOL . II . - 5 THE LADY OF CASTLE WINDECK . FROM THE GERMAN OF THE PARADISE OF TEARS . 97.
... kindred heart ; There , in a long embrace that none may part , Fulfilment meets desire , and that fair shore Beholds its dwellers happy evermore . VOL . II . - 5 THE LADY OF CASTLE WINDECK . FROM THE GERMAN OF THE PARADISE OF TEARS . 97.
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amid beauty beneath bird blooming blossoms blue boughs boundless breast breath breeze bright brook brow cheek clouds dark dead deep deer Dragged Death dwell earth EARTH'S CHILDREN fair flowers forest gathered gentle glimmering glittering glorious glory grass grave gray marmot green GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS ground gush hand HARVARD DIVINITY SCHOOL hast heart heaven hills hour Land of Dreams light linger Lous maiden Mary Magdalen mighty moon morning mountain murmur night noon o'er Oh father pain pale Paradise falls pass path poem PROVENÇAL rise rivulet rock rolled ruffed grouse rustling savannas scorn shade shadow shalt shining shore skies sleep slumber smile soft sorrow sound SPANISH Spanish poetry spring stream strife summer sweep sweet swell tears thee thine eye thou art throng vale valleys voice walked wandering watch waters wild WILLIAM LEGGETT wind wings woodland woods youth
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Sida 23 - These are the gardens of the Desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name — The Prairies. I behold them for the first, ; And my heart swells, while the dilated sight Takes in the encircling vastness.
Sida 33 - Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil ; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly On beds of oaken leaves.
Sida 26 - Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion? Let the mighty mounds That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest crowded with old oaks, Answer. A race, that long has passed away, Built them; — a disciplined and populous race Heaped, with long toil, the earth, while yet the Greek Was hewing the Pentelicus to forms Of symmetry, and rearing on its rock The glittering Parthenon.
Sida 208 - Thy birthright was not given by human hands: Thou wert twin-born with man. In pleasant fields, While yet our race was few, thou sat'st with him, To tend the quiet flock and watch the stars, And teach the reed to utter simple airs.
Sida 4 - Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight ; And languid forms rise up, and pulses bound Livelier, at coming of the wind of night; And, languishing to hear thy grateful sound, Lies the vast inland stretched beyond the sight. Go forth into the gathering shade ; go forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth...
Sida 17 - I would that thus, when I shall see The hour of death draw near to me, Hope, blossoming within my heart, May look to heaven as I depart.
Sida 207 - When he took off the gyves. A bearded man, Armed to the teeth, art thou; one mailed hand Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword; thy brow, Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred With tokens of old wars; thy massive limbs Are strong with struggling. Power at thee has launched His bolts, and with his lightnings smitten thee; They could not quench the life thou hast from heaven...
Sida 24 - No- they are all unchained again. The clouds Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath, The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye ; Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase The sunny ridges.
Sida 33 - And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly On beds of oaken leaves. Well knows the fair and friendly moon The band that Marion leads — The glitter of their rifles, The scampering of their steeds.
Sida 229 - Each, where his tasks or pleasures call, They pass, and heed each other not.. There is who heeds, who holds them all, In His large love and boundless thought. These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.