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... o'er and o'er , Pondering , as she sate , Over their dear astrology , Which she had conned and conned before , Deeming she needs must read aright What was writ so passing bright . And yet , alas ! she knew not why , Her voice would ...
... o'er and o'er , Pondering , as she sate , Over their dear astrology , Which she had conned and conned before , Deeming she needs must read aright What was writ so passing bright . And yet , alas ! she knew not why , Her voice would ...
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... O'er thine opening spirit shed , The forest oracles sublime That filled thy soul with joyous dread , The scent of every smallest flower That made thy heart sweet for an hour , Yea , every holy influence , Flowing to thee , thou knewest ...
... O'er thine opening spirit shed , The forest oracles sublime That filled thy soul with joyous dread , The scent of every smallest flower That made thy heart sweet for an hour , Yea , every holy influence , Flowing to thee , thou knewest ...
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... centre fixed of Destiny , Where the encircling soul serene o'er- arches The moving globe of being like a sky ; Who feels that God and Heaven's great deeps are nearer Him to whose heart his fellow - man is nigh 10 EARLIER POEMS .
... centre fixed of Destiny , Where the encircling soul serene o'er- arches The moving globe of being like a sky ; Who feels that God and Heaven's great deeps are nearer Him to whose heart his fellow - man is nigh 10 EARLIER POEMS .
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... o'er all this many - voiced scene , As when a sudden burst of rattling thunder Shatters the blueness of a sky serene . THE FATHERLAND . WHERE is the true man's fatherland ? Is it where he by chance is born ? Doth not the yearning spirit ...
... o'er all this many - voiced scene , As when a sudden burst of rattling thunder Shatters the blueness of a sky serene . THE FATHERLAND . WHERE is the true man's fatherland ? Is it where he by chance is born ? Doth not the yearning spirit ...
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... O'er the wide marsh doth glide , Spreading its ghost - like billows Silently far and wide . A vague and starry magic Makes all things mysteries , And lures the earth's dumb spirit Up to the longing skies , I seem to hear dim whispers ...
... O'er the wide marsh doth glide , Spreading its ghost - like billows Silently far and wide . A vague and starry magic Makes all things mysteries , And lures the earth's dumb spirit Up to the longing skies , I seem to hear dim whispers ...
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Страница 86 - ... what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Страница 55 - Careless seems the great avenger; history's pages but record One death-grapple in the darkness 'twixt old systems and the Word ; Truth forever on the scaffold, wrong forever on the throne, Yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown, Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above His own.
Страница 56 - 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 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings. He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
Страница 325 - 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 55 - 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, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Страница 86 - 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 55 - Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis prosperous to be just; Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside, Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified, And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.
Страница 192 - em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kin' o' smily roun' the lips An* teary roun' the lashes. For she was jes' the quiet kind Whose naturs never vary, Like streams that keep a summer mind Snowhid in Jenooary. The blood clost roun' her heart felt glued Too tight for all expressin', Tell mother see how metters stood, An' gin 'em both her blessin'. Then her red come back like the tide Down to the Bay o' Fundy, An' all I know is they was cried In meetin' come nex
Страница 191 - GOD makes sech nights, all white an' still Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill, All silence an' all glisten. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender.