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a lore , gathered from many languages , into a quick and rich flame , which we
feel to be the flame of Genius . It is evident that his principal obligations are due
to German literature , which over him , as over so many at the present day , exerts
a ...
a lore , gathered from many languages , into a quick and rich flame , which we
feel to be the flame of Genius . It is evident that his principal obligations are due
to German literature , which over him , as over so many at the present day , exerts
a ...
Sida 7
I cannot reason ; I can only feel ! But thou hast language for all thoughts and
feelings . Thou art a scholar ; and sometimes I think We cannot walk together in
this world ! The distance that divides us is too great ! Henceforth thy pathway lies
...
I cannot reason ; I can only feel ! But thou hast language for all thoughts and
feelings . Thou art a scholar ; and sometimes I think We cannot walk together in
this world ! The distance that divides us is too great ! Henceforth thy pathway lies
...
Sida 12
To go through life , unloving and unloved ; To feel that thirst and hunger of the
soul We cannot still ; that longing , that wild impulse , And struggle after
something we have not And cannot love ; the effort to be strong ; And like the
Spartan boy ...
To go through life , unloving and unloved ; To feel that thirst and hunger of the
soul We cannot still ; that longing , that wild impulse , And struggle after
something we have not And cannot love ; the effort to be strong ; And like the
Spartan boy ...
Sida 19
And , when the solemn and deep church - bell Entreats the soul to pray , The
midnight phantoms feel the spell , The shadows sweep away . Down the broad
Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled : Faith shineth as a morning star , Our
...
And , when the solemn and deep church - bell Entreats the soul to pray , The
midnight phantoms feel the spell , The shadows sweep away . Down the broad
Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled : Faith shineth as a morning star , Our
...
Sida 46
He does not feel you now Stand back ! I ' ll paint the death dew on his brow !
Gods ! if he do not die But for one moment - one — till I eclipse Conception with
the scorn of those calm lips ! Shivering ! Hark ! he mutters Brokenly now — that
was a ...
He does not feel you now Stand back ! I ' ll paint the death dew on his brow !
Gods ! if he do not die But for one moment - one — till I eclipse Conception with
the scorn of those calm lips ! Shivering ! Hark ! he mutters Brokenly now — that
was a ...
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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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