PoemsHarper, 1843 - 276 sidor |
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Sida 13
... o'er the buds of youth , the death - wind blows , And blights the fairest ; when our bitterest tears Stream , as the eyes of those that love us close , We think on what they were , with many fears Lest goodness die with them , and leave ...
... o'er the buds of youth , the death - wind blows , And blights the fairest ; when our bitterest tears Stream , as the eyes of those that love us close , We think on what they were , with many fears Lest goodness die with them , and leave ...
Sida 15
... O'er earth , and the glad dwellers on her face , Now that our flourishing nations far away Are spread , where'er the moist earth drinks the day , Forget the ancient care that taught and nursed His latest offspring ? will he quench the ...
... O'er earth , and the glad dwellers on her face , Now that our flourishing nations far away Are spread , where'er the moist earth drinks the day , Forget the ancient care that taught and nursed His latest offspring ? will he quench the ...
Sida 16
... o'er their face ; — When , from the genial cradle of our race , Went forth the tribes of men , their pleasant lot To choose , where palm - groves cooled their dwelling - place , Or freshening rivers ran ; and there forgot The truth of ...
... o'er their face ; — When , from the genial cradle of our race , Went forth the tribes of men , their pleasant lot To choose , where palm - groves cooled their dwelling - place , Or freshening rivers ran ; and there forgot The truth of ...
Sida 17
... Moans with the crimson surges that entomb Cities and bannered armies ; forms that wear The kingly circlet , rise , amid the gloom , O'er the dark wave , and straight are swallowed in its womb . 18 THE AGES . XIII . Those ages have no 2 *
... Moans with the crimson surges that entomb Cities and bannered armies ; forms that wear The kingly circlet , rise , amid the gloom , O'er the dark wave , and straight are swallowed in its womb . 18 THE AGES . XIII . Those ages have no 2 *
Sida 18
... . And virtue cannot dwell with slaves , nor reign O'er those who cower to take a tyrant's yoke ; She left the down - trod nations in disdain , And flew to Greece , when liberty awoke , THE AGES . New - born , amid those beautiful.
... . And virtue cannot dwell with slaves , nor reign O'er those who cower to take a tyrant's yoke ; She left the down - trod nations in disdain , And flew to Greece , when liberty awoke , THE AGES . New - born , amid those beautiful.
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amid beauty behold beneath birds blood bloom blossoms blue boughs bower breath bright brook brow calm city spires clouds cold dance dark Day of Fire death deep desert eagle didst dwell earth fair flowers forest fresh gay woods gaze gentle glad glen glide glittering glorious glory grave green groves hand hear heart heaven hills hour HYMN insect wings land leaves light little hour look lover lovers walk maid maiden maize Maquon mighty mountain murmur MUSQUITO night o'er pass quiet red ruler RHODE ISLAND rill river RIZPAH rocks round shade shine sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sound spirit springs stars stream summer sunny sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast Thou shalt trees vale voice wandering weep wild win my love wind wind-flower woods young youth
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Sida 266 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Sida 31 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house...
Sida 31 - To him who in the love of Nature, holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Sida 33 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those who in their turn shall follow them.
Sida 42 - God! when thou Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts, or fill, With all the waters of the firmament, The swift dark whirlwind that uproots...
Sida 31 - Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice. Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more...
Sida 33 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Sida 123 - Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear; When, waking to their tents on fire, They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again ; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind, And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind.
Sida 258 - The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief : Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Sida 54 - With whom he came across the eastern deep, Fills the savannas with his murmurings, And hides his sweets, as in the golden age, Within the hollow oak. I listen long To his domestic hum, and think I hear The sound of that advancing multitude Which soon shall fill these deserts.