Poems, Volym 2D. Appleton, 1855 |
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... Seemed to forget - yet ne'er forgot the wife Of his first love , and her sweet little ones , Butchered , amid their shrieks , with all his race . Thus change the forms of being . Thus arise Races of living things , glorious in strength ...
... Seemed to forget - yet ne'er forgot the wife Of his first love , and her sweet little ones , Butchered , amid their shrieks , with all his race . Thus change the forms of being . Thus arise Races of living things , glorious in strength ...
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... Gre- nada's maids , Thou hast said that by the side of me the first and fairest fades ; And they thought thy heart was mine , and it seemed to every one That what thou didst to win my love , for FATIMA AND RADUAN . 53.
... Gre- nada's maids , Thou hast said that by the side of me the first and fairest fades ; And they thought thy heart was mine , and it seemed to every one That what thou didst to win my love , for FATIMA AND RADUAN . 53.
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... seemed not one of the living , And yet he could not die . ' T is said that the lady met him , When many years had passed , And kissing his lips , released him , From the burden of life at last . LATER POEMS . LATER POEMS . TO THE ...
... seemed not one of the living , And yet he could not die . ' T is said that the lady met him , When many years had passed , And kissing his lips , released him , From the burden of life at last . LATER POEMS . LATER POEMS . TO THE ...
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... over the mighty wood , When the panther's track was fresh on the snow , And keen were the winds that came to stir The long dark boughs of the hemlock - fir . Too gentle of mien he seemed and fair , For 132 LATER POEMS .
... over the mighty wood , When the panther's track was fresh on the snow , And keen were the winds that came to stir The long dark boughs of the hemlock - fir . Too gentle of mien he seemed and fair , For 132 LATER POEMS .
Sida 133
William Cullen Bryant. Too gentle of mien he seemed and fair , For a child of those rugged steeps ; His home lay low in the valley where The kingly Hudson rolls to the deeps ; But he wore the hunter's frock that day , And a slender gun ...
William Cullen Bryant. Too gentle of mien he seemed and fair , For a child of those rugged steeps ; His home lay low in the valley where The kingly Hudson rolls to the deeps ; But he wore the hunter's frock that day , And a slender gun ...
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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.