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Sida 18
White as a sea - fog , landward bound , The spectral camp was seen , And , with
a sorrowful , deep sound , The river flowed between . No other voice nor sound
was there , No drum , nor sentry ' s pace ; The mist - like banners clasped the air ...
White as a sea - fog , landward bound , The spectral camp was seen , And , with
a sorrowful , deep sound , The river flowed between . No other voice nor sound
was there , No drum , nor sentry ' s pace ; The mist - like banners clasped the air ...
Sida 19
Encamped beside Life ' s rushing stream , In Fancy ' s misty light , Gigantic
shapes and shadows gleam Portentious through the night . Upon its midnight
battle - ground The spectral camp is seen , And , with a sorrowful , deep sound ,
Flows ...
Encamped beside Life ' s rushing stream , In Fancy ' s misty light , Gigantic
shapes and shadows gleam Portentious through the night . Upon its midnight
battle - ground The spectral camp is seen , And , with a sorrowful , deep sound ,
Flows ...
Sida 25
... the spectral glaciers shone , And from his lips escaped a groan , Excelsior ! *
Try not the Pass ! ' the old man said ; ' • Dark lowers the tempest overhead , The
roaring torrent is deep and wide ! ' And loud that clarion voice replied , Excelsior !
... the spectral glaciers shone , And from his lips escaped a groan , Excelsior ! *
Try not the Pass ! ' the old man said ; ' • Dark lowers the tempest overhead , The
roaring torrent is deep and wide ! ' And loud that clarion voice replied , Excelsior !
Sida 34
Mr . Bryant says of it , “ We have read with deep emotion , the valedictory letter of
Mr . Willis , from •Idlewild . ' Death , after all , with all the gilding from the sunlight
beyond , is a dark cloud to pass through ; and the last parting with those who ...
Mr . Bryant says of it , “ We have read with deep emotion , the valedictory letter of
Mr . Willis , from •Idlewild . ' Death , after all , with all the gilding from the sunlight
beyond , is a dark cloud to pass through ; and the last parting with those who ...
Sida 74
... the bed of death , Or bends like hope to catch the parting breath ; But if , with all
her gorgeous drap ' ry on , She strikes the note that glory rides upon — With hues
of grandeur deep around her thrown , And stately mien that Virtue ' s self might ...
... the bed of death , Or bends like hope to catch the parting breath ; But if , with all
her gorgeous drap ' ry on , She strikes the note that glory rides upon — With hues
of grandeur deep around her thrown , And stately mien that Virtue ' s self might ...
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Sida 22 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Sida 25 - 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! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Sida 14 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Sida 28 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Sida 2 - 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...
Sida 26 - ... Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
Sida 18 - I HAVE read, in some old marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead.
Sida 20 - ALL houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. Through the open doors The harmless phantoms on their errands glide, With feet that make no sound upon the floors. We meet them at the doorway, on the stair, Along the passages they come and go, Impalpable impressions on the air, A sense of something moving to and fro. There are more guests at table than the hosts Invited ; the illuminated hall Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts, As silent as the pictures on the wall.
Sida 19 - I have read, in the marvellous heart of man, That strange and mystic scroll, That an army of phantoms, vast and wan, Beleaguer the human soul. Encamped beside Life's rushing stream, In Fancy's misty light, Gigantic shapes and shadows gleam Portentous through the night. Upon its midnight battle-ground The spectral camp is seen, And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there, In the army of the grave ; No other challenge breaks the air, But the...
Sida 24 - We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way THE BUILDERS.
Bibliografisk information
| Titel | The Gift Book of Gems The Gift Book of Gems, S. Herbert Lancey |
| Bidragare | S. Herbert Lancey |
| Utgivare | David Bugbee & Company, 1856 |
| Original från | New York Public Library |
| Digitaliserad | 6 okt 2006 |
| Längd | 312 sidor |
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