PoemsHarper, 1843 - 276 sidor |
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Sida xi
... Star , The Twenty - second of December , Ode for an Agricultural Celebration , A Walk at Sunset , Hymn of the Waldenses , 233 235 236 238 239 241 244 Song of the Stars , 246 Hymn of the City , 248 66 No Man knoweth his Sepulchre , " 250 ...
... Star , The Twenty - second of December , Ode for an Agricultural Celebration , A Walk at Sunset , Hymn of the Waldenses , 233 235 236 238 239 241 244 Song of the Stars , 246 Hymn of the City , 248 66 No Man knoweth his Sepulchre , " 250 ...
Sida 14
... . V. Has Nature , in her calm , majestic march , Faltered with age at last ? does the bright sun Grow dim in heaven ? or , in their far blue arch , Sparkle the crowd of stars , when day is done , THE AGES . Less brightly ? when the dew -
... . V. Has Nature , in her calm , majestic march , Faltered with age at last ? does the bright sun Grow dim in heaven ? or , in their far blue arch , Sparkle the crowd of stars , when day is done , THE AGES . Less brightly ? when the dew -
Sida 20
... star of love , Struggled , the darkness of that day to break ; Even its own faithless guardians strove to slake , In fogs of earth , the pure immortal flame ; And priestly hands , for Jesus ' blessed sake , Were red with blood , and ...
... star of love , Struggled , the darkness of that day to break ; Even its own faithless guardians strove to slake , In fogs of earth , the pure immortal flame ; And priestly hands , for Jesus ' blessed sake , Were red with blood , and ...
Sida 37
... stars , and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest , Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange , deep harmonies that haunt his breast : Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows 38 TO THE EVENING WIND . The shutting ...
... stars , and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest , Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange , deep harmonies that haunt his breast : Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows 38 TO THE EVENING WIND . The shutting ...
Sida 55
... star Pierces the pitchy veil ; no ruddy blaze , From dwellings lighted by the cheerful hearth , Tinges the flowering summits of the grass . No sound of life is heard , no village hum , Nor measured tramp of footstep in the path , Nor ...
... star Pierces the pitchy veil ; no ruddy blaze , From dwellings lighted by the cheerful hearth , Tinges the flowering summits of the grass . No sound of life is heard , no village hum , Nor measured tramp of footstep in the path , Nor ...
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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.