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... stand before his God : O blest word - Evermore ! 1839 . THE SIRENS . THE sea is lonely , the sea is dreary , The sea is restless and uneasy ; Thou seekest quiet , thou art weary , Wandering thou knowest not whith- er : - Our little isle ...
... stand before his God : O blest word - Evermore ! 1839 . THE SIRENS . THE sea is lonely , the sea is dreary , The sea is restless and uneasy ; Thou seekest quiet , thou art weary , Wandering thou knowest not whith- er : - Our little isle ...
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... stand we ever coldly apart ? Must we forever , then , be alone ? Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! 1840 . WITH A PRESSED FLOWER . THIS little blossom from afar Hath come from other lands to thine ; For , once , its white and drooping ...
... stand we ever coldly apart ? Must we forever , then , be alone ? Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! 1840 . WITH A PRESSED FLOWER . THIS little blossom from afar Hath come from other lands to thine ; For , once , its white and drooping ...
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... stands ; Large charity doth never soil , But only whiten , soft white hands , — This is the best crop from thy lands ; A heritage , it seems to be , Worth being rich to hold in fee . O poor man's son ! scorn not thy state ; There is ...
... stands ; Large charity doth never soil , But only whiten , soft white hands , — This is the best crop from thy lands ; A heritage , it seems to be , Worth being rich to hold in fee . O poor man's son ! scorn not thy state ; There is ...
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... Stands a maiden , on the morrow , Musing by the wave - beat strand , Half in hope and half in sorrow , Tracing words upon the sand : " Shall I ever then behold him - Who hath been my life so long , - Ever to this sick heart fold him ...
... Stands a maiden , on the morrow , Musing by the wave - beat strand , Half in hope and half in sorrow , Tracing words upon the sand : " Shall I ever then behold him - Who hath been my life so long , - Ever to this sick heart fold him ...
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... standing in the twi- light gloam , She strained her eyes beyond that dizzy verge At whose foot faintly breaks the future's surge . XIII . Poor little spirit ! naught but shame and woe Nurse the sick heart whose lifeblood nurses thine ...
... standing in the twi- light gloam , She strained her eyes beyond that dizzy verge At whose foot faintly breaks the future's surge . XIII . Poor little spirit ! naught but shame and woe Nurse the sick heart whose lifeblood nurses thine ...
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Страница 45 - New occasions teach new duties : Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea. Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
Страница 86 - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own ; Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes, Then will pure light around thy path be shed, And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.
Страница 100 - This water His blood that died on the tree ; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, — Himself, his hungering neighbour, and Me.
Страница 95 - First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream. Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie, Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies ; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies ; With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite ; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
Страница 44 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right.1 And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Страница 410 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Страница 44 - ... Falsehood, for the good or evil side ; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light. Hast thou chosen, O my people, on whose party thou shalt stand, Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust against our land ? Though the cause of Evil prosper, yet 't is Truth alone is strong, And, albeit she wander outcast now, I see around her...
Страница 229 - There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser. Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An' in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back f'om Concord busted.
Страница 134 - Mix well, and while stirring, hum o'er, as a spell, The fine old English Gentleman, simmer it well, Sweeten just to your own private liking, then strain, That only the finest and clearest remain, Let it stand out of doors till a soul it receives From the warm lazy sun loitering down through green leaves, And you'll find a choice nature, not wholly deserving A name either English or Yankee, — just Irving.
Страница x - Yet in herself she dwelleth not, Although no home were half so fair; No simplest duty is forgot, Life hath no dim and lowly spot That doth not in her sunshine share. She doeth little kindnesses, Which most leave undone, or despise: For naught that sets one heart at ease, And giveth happiness or peace, Is low-esteemed in her eyes.