Miscellaneous Poems Selected from the United States Literary GazetteCummings, Hilliard, and Harrison Gray, 1826 - 172 страница |
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... youth is passing now , And scatters paler roses on my path ; Dim and more dim my fancy paints thy form , Thy mild blue eye , thy cheek so thin and fair , Touched , when I saw thee last , with hectic To my Mother's Memory ANONYMOUS.
... youth is passing now , And scatters paler roses on my path ; Dim and more dim my fancy paints thy form , Thy mild blue eye , thy cheek so thin and fair , Touched , when I saw thee last , with hectic To my Mother's Memory ANONYMOUS.
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... blue distance , rise The mighty columns with which earth props heaven . There is a tale about these gray old rocks , A sad tradition of unhappy love And sorrows borne and ended , long ago , When over these fair vales the savage sought ...
... blue distance , rise The mighty columns with which earth props heaven . There is a tale about these gray old rocks , A sad tradition of unhappy love And sorrows borne and ended , long ago , When over these fair vales the savage sought ...
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... blue ; As green amid thy current's stress , Floats the scarce - rooted water cress ; And the brown ground bird , in thy glen , Still chirps as merrily as then . Thou changest not - but I am changed , Since first thy pleasant banks I ...
... blue ; As green amid thy current's stress , Floats the scarce - rooted water cress ; And the brown ground bird , in thy glen , Still chirps as merrily as then . Thou changest not - but I am changed , Since first thy pleasant banks I ...
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... blue , even deepened into purple , Where nearer the horizon it received A tincture from the mist that there dissolved Into the viewless air , the sky bent round The awful dome of a most mighty temple Built by omnipotent hands for ...
... blue , even deepened into purple , Where nearer the horizon it received A tincture from the mist that there dissolved Into the viewless air , the sky bent round The awful dome of a most mighty temple Built by omnipotent hands for ...
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... blue sky And on the opaline waves , crowned with a rainbow Bright as the arch that bent above the throne Seen in a vision by the holy man In Patmos ! Who can tell how it ascended , And flowed more widely o'er that lifted ocean Till ...
... blue sky And on the opaline waves , crowned with a rainbow Bright as the arch that bent above the throne Seen in a vision by the holy man In Patmos ! Who can tell how it ascended , And flowed more widely o'er that lifted ocean Till ...
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amid autumn beauty bending beneath bloom blue blush bosom boughs bower breath bright Bright eyes brow brown hills calm cheek clouds dance dark death deep dost dreams earth fair flame flowers forest gentle glad gliding glorious glory glow golden GONDOLIER grace grave Greece green greenwood tree groves heart heaven hills hoary hung HYMN land leaves light LITERARY GAZETTE look maid maiden maize Maquon mellow morning MOUNT WASHINGTON mountain Naiad night nymph o'er pale passed proud pure reeds pipe rills Rizpah rocks rose round shade shadow shalt shine sighs silent skies sleep smile soft song SONNET soul sound Spain spirit springs star stood storm summer sunny sweet tall fir tears tell tempest thee thine thou thy dream trees tremulous vales vines vision voice wake waste waves weary weep wild winds wing woods youth
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Страница 45 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave. And spread the roof above them, — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Страница 48 - 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 95 - The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies, I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies. Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild, stormy month ! in praise of thee ; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.
Страница 19 - They waste us — ay — like April snow In the warm noon, we shrink away ; And fast they follow, as we go Towards the setting day, — Till they shall fill the land, and we Are driven into the western sea.
Страница 46 - Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees. They in thy sun Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot towards heaven.
Страница 45 - And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty. Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised?
Страница 46 - That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship. Nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird, Passes ; and yon clear spring, that midst its herbs Wells softly forth, and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of all the good it does.
Страница 98 - The waving verdure rolls along the plain, And the wide forest weaves, To welcome back its playful mates again, A canopy of leaves ; And from its darkening shadow floats A gush of trembling notes. Fairer and brighter spreads the reign of May , The tresses of the woods With the light dallying of the west-wind play ; And the full-brimming floods, As gladly to their goal they run, Hail the returning sun.
Страница 103 - There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, Pouring new glory on the autumn woods, And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds.
Страница 59 - Take thy banner! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale, When the clarion's music thrills To the hearts of these lone hills, When the spear in conflict shakes, And the strong lance shivering breaks. "Take thy banner! and, beneath The battle-cloud's encircling wreath, Guard it!