PoemsHarper, 1843 - 276 страница |
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... rock shivers in the thunder - stroke . And lo ! in full - grown strength , an empire stands Of leagued and rival states , the wonder of the lands . XVI . Oh , Greece ! thy flourishing cities were a spoil Unto each other ; thy hard hand ...
... rock shivers in the thunder - stroke . And lo ! in full - grown strength , an empire stands Of leagued and rival states , the wonder of the lands . XVI . Oh , Greece ! thy flourishing cities were a spoil Unto each other ; thy hard hand ...
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... rock And to the sluggish clod , which the rude swain Turns with his share , and treads upon . The oak Shall send his roots abroad , and pierce thy mould . Yet not to thine eternal resting - place Shalt thou retire alone - nor couldst ...
... rock And to the sluggish clod , which the rude swain Turns with his share , and treads upon . The oak Shall send his roots abroad , and pierce thy mould . Yet not to thine eternal resting - place Shalt thou retire alone - nor couldst ...
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... rock the little wood - bird in his nest , Curl the still waters , bright with stars , and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest , Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange , deep harmonies that haunt his breast ...
... rock the little wood - bird in his nest , Curl the still waters , bright with stars , and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest , Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange , deep harmonies that haunt his breast ...
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... rocks Around them ; -- and there have been holy men Who deemed it were not well to pass life thus . But let me often to these solitudes Retire , and in thy presence reassure My feeble virtue . Here its enemies , The passions , at thy ...
... rocks Around them ; -- and there have been holy men Who deemed it were not well to pass life thus . But let me often to these solitudes Retire , and in thy presence reassure My feeble virtue . Here its enemies , The passions , at thy ...
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... rock The glittering Parthenon . These ample fields Nourished their harvests , here their herds were fed , When haply by their stalls the bison lowed , And bowed his maned shoulder to the yoke . All day this desert murmured with their ...
... rock The glittering Parthenon . These ample fields Nourished their harvests , here their herds were fed , When haply by their stalls the bison lowed , And bowed his maned shoulder to the yoke . All day this desert murmured with their ...
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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.