PoemsHarper, 1843 - 276 страница |
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... fears Lest goodness die with them , and leave the coming years . II . And therefore , to our hearts , the days gone by , - When lived the honoured sage whose death we wept , And the soft virtues beamed from many an eye , And beat in ...
... fears Lest goodness die with them , and leave the coming years . II . And therefore , to our hearts , the days gone by , - When lived the honoured sage whose death we wept , And the soft virtues beamed from many an eye , And beat in ...
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... Fear - struck , the hooded inmates rushed and fled ; The web , that for a thousand years had grown O'er prostrate Europe , in that day of dread Crumbled and fell , as fire dissolves the flaxen thread . XXIV . The spirit of that day is ...
... Fear - struck , the hooded inmates rushed and fled ; The web , that for a thousand years had grown O'er prostrate Europe , in that day of dread Crumbled and fell , as fire dissolves the flaxen thread . XXIV . The spirit of that day is ...
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... fear became Bitterer than death , yielded himself to die . Man's better nature triumphed . Kindly words Welcomed and soothed him ; the rude conquerors Seated the captive with their chiefs ; he chose A bride among their maidens , and at ...
... fear became Bitterer than death , yielded himself to die . Man's better nature triumphed . Kindly words Welcomed and soothed him ; the rude conquerors Seated the captive with their chiefs ; he chose A bride among their maidens , and at ...
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... fear of man , Are here , and sliding reptiles of the ground , Startlingly beautiful . The graceful deer Bounds to the wood at my approach . The bee , A more adventurous colonist than man , With whom he came across the eastern deep ...
... fear of man , Are here , and sliding reptiles of the ground , Startlingly beautiful . The graceful deer Bounds to the wood at my approach . The bee , A more adventurous colonist than man , With whom he came across the eastern deep ...
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... In the great record of the world is thine , Shall it be fairer ? Fear , and friendly Hope , And Envy , watch the issue , while the lines , By which thou shalt be judged , are written down . TO THE APENNINES . YOUR peaks are beautiful , ye.
... In the great record of the world is thine , Shall it be fairer ? Fear , and friendly Hope , And Envy , watch the issue , while the lines , By which thou shalt be judged , are written down . TO THE APENNINES . YOUR peaks are beautiful , ye.
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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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Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 33 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those who in their turn shall follow them.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.