PoemsHarper & Brothers, 1840 - 276 sidor |
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Sida 17
... never bear , And drove them forth to battle : Lo ! unveiled The scene of those stern ages ! What is there ? A boundless sea of blood , and the wild air Moans with the crimson surges that entomb Cities and bannered armies ; forms that ...
... never bear , And drove them forth to battle : Lo ! unveiled The scene of those stern ages ! What is there ? A boundless sea of blood , and the wild air Moans with the crimson surges that entomb Cities and bannered armies ; forms that ...
Sida 18
... never breath has blown Of heaven's sweet air , nor foot of man dares tread The long and perilous ways - the Cities of the Dead : XIV . And tombs of monarchs to the clouds up - piled- They perished - but the eternal tombs remain- And the ...
... never breath has blown Of heaven's sweet air , nor foot of man dares tread The long and perilous ways - the Cities of the Dead : XIV . And tombs of monarchs to the clouds up - piled- They perished - but the eternal tombs remain- And the ...
Sida 24
... never summer ray Glanced , till the strong tornado broke his way Through the gray giants of the sylvan wild ; Yet many a sheltered glade , with blossoms gay , Beneath the showery sky and sunshine mild , Within the shaggy arms of that ...
... never summer ray Glanced , till the strong tornado broke his way Through the gray giants of the sylvan wild ; Yet many a sheltered glade , with blossoms gay , Beneath the showery sky and sunshine mild , Within the shaggy arms of that ...
Sida 26
... XXXV . But thou , my country , thou shalt never fall , But with thy children - thy maternal care , Thy lavish love , thy blessings showered on all- These are thy fetters - seas and stormy air THE AGES . Are the wide barrier of thy borders.
... XXXV . But thou , my country , thou shalt never fall , But with thy children - thy maternal care , Thy lavish love , thy blessings showered on all- These are thy fetters - seas and stormy air THE AGES . Are the wide barrier of thy borders.
Sida 47
... never die . Years change thee not . Upon yon hill The tall old maples , verdant still , Yet tell , in grandeur of decay , How swift the years have passed away , Since first , a child , and half afraid , I wandered in the forest shade ...
... never die . Years change thee not . Upon yon hill The tall old maples , verdant still , Yet tell , in grandeur of decay , How swift the years have passed away , Since first , a child , and half afraid , I wandered in the forest shade ...
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amid APENNINES beauty beneath birds blood bloom blossoms blue bosom boughs bower brave breath bright brook brow calm clouds cold dark days of heaven death deep didst dwell earth eyes fair flowers forest fresh gaze gentle glad glen glittering glorious glory grave Greece green groves hand hear heart heaven hills hour hunter HYMN land light look lover lovers walked maid maiden maize Maquon mighty mountain murmur night o'er old Castile pass Peru PITCAIRN'S ISLAND pleasant red deer red ruler rest rill RIZPAH rocks round savannas shade shine sight silent silent hills skies sleep smile soft song sound spirit springs stars stream summer sunny sweet swelling tears tempest thee thine thou art thou dost Thou hast thou shalt trees vale voice wander warriors watch weep wild win my love wind-flower winds woods youth
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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 267 - Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply...
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 - Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Sida 257 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
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 124 - Tis life to feel the night-wind That lifts his tossing mane. A moment in the British camp — A moment — and away Back to the pathless forest, Before the peep of day. Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs; Their hearts are all with Marion, For Marion are their prayers. And lovely ladies greet our band With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer, And tears like those of spring. For them we wear these trusty arms, And lay them down no more Till we have driven...
Sida 52 - Till twilight blushed, and lovers walked, and wooed In a forgotten language, and old tunes, From instruments of unremembered form, Gave the soft winds a voice.
Sida 43 - Oh, from these sterner aspects of thy face Spare me and mine, nor let us need the wrath Of the mad unchained elements to teach Who rules them. Be it ours to meditate, In these calm shades, thy milder majesty, And to the beautiful order of thy works Learn to conform the order of our lives.
Sida 51 - Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion? Let the mighty mounds That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest crowded with old oaks, Answer. A race, that long has passed away, Built them; a disciplined and populous race Heaped, with long toil, the earth, while yet the Greek Was hewing the Pentelicus to forms Of symmetry, and rearing on its rock The glittering Parthenon.