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... Youth Oliver Basselin · Prometheus , or the Poet's Forethought . Sandalphon Victor Galbraith CHILDREN OF THE LORD'S SUPPER , THE EARLIER POEMS : - 628 629 631 636 633 626 647 635 63 April Day , An 14 Autumn Burial of the Minnisink Hymn ...
... Youth Oliver Basselin · Prometheus , or the Poet's Forethought . Sandalphon Victor Galbraith CHILDREN OF THE LORD'S SUPPER , THE EARLIER POEMS : - 628 629 631 636 633 626 647 635 63 April Day , An 14 Autumn Burial of the Minnisink Hymn ...
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... youth engage Ere Fancy has been quelled ; Old legends of the monkish page , Traditions of the saint and sage , Tales that have the rime of age , And chronicles of Eld . And , loving still these quaint old themes , Even in the city's ...
... youth engage Ere Fancy has been quelled ; Old legends of the monkish page , Traditions of the saint and sage , Tales that have the rime of age , And chronicles of Eld . And , loving still these quaint old themes , Even in the city's ...
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... youth came back again , Low lispings of the summer rain , Dropping on the ripened grain , As once upon the flower . Visions of childhood ! Stay , O stay ! Ye were so sweet and wild ! And distant voices seemed to say , " It cannot be ...
... youth came back again , Low lispings of the summer rain , Dropping on the ripened grain , As once upon the flower . Visions of childhood ! Stay , O stay ! Ye were so sweet and wild ! And distant voices seemed to say , " It cannot be ...
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... youth was given , More than all things else to love me , And is now a saint in heaven . With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine , Takes the vacant chair beside me , Lays her gentle hand in mine . And she sits and ...
... youth was given , More than all things else to love me , And is now a saint in heaven . With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine , Takes the vacant chair beside me , Lays her gentle hand in mine . And she sits and ...
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... youth , My busy fancy oft embodies it , As a bright image of the light and beauty That dwell in nature , of the heavenly forms We worship in our dreams , and the soft hues That stain the wild bird's wing , and flush the 0 2 19.
... youth , My busy fancy oft embodies it , As a bright image of the light and beauty That dwell in nature , of the heavenly forms We worship in our dreams , and the soft hues That stain the wild bird's wing , and flush the 0 2 19.
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Acadian angel BARTOLOME beautiful behold beneath birds blessed bosom breath bright brooklet CHISPA clouds CRUZADO dance dark dead death DON CARLOS dost dream earth Edenhall ELSIE Evangeline eyes face fair father fear flowers forest FRIAR Gipsy gleam golden Grand-Pré grave hand hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy HYPOLITO Kenabeek land LARA Laughing Laughing Water leaves light lips look loud LUCIFER maiden meadow Miles Standish Mondamin moon morning night Nils Juel Nokomis o'er Osseo PADRE CURA pass Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer PRECIOSA PRINCE HENRY rise river rose round sail Saint sang shadow shining silent singing sleep smile soft song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake spirit stand stars stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thine thou art thought unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wampum wander waves weary whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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Sida 90 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Sida 288 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workman wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope. What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Sida 81 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Sida 206 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Sida 633 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free ; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips. And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Sida 85 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Sida 82 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Sida 187 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts!
Sida 643 - Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere. For what are all our contrivings, And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.
Sida 53 - SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms. Why dost thou haunt me ? " Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. " I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song...