Poems, Том 2Ticknor and Fields, 1850 |
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... Sail their mimic fleets , Till the treacherous pool Engulfs them in its whirling And turbulent ocean . In the country , on every side , Where far and wide , Like a leopard's tawny and spotted hide , Stretches the plain , To the dry ...
... Sail their mimic fleets , Till the treacherous pool Engulfs them in its whirling And turbulent ocean . In the country , on every side , Where far and wide , Like a leopard's tawny and spotted hide , Stretches the plain , To the dry ...
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... sailing shade of clouds in the moonlight Flitted across the floor and darkened the room for a moment . And as she gazed from the window she saw se- renely the moon pass Forth from the folds of a cloud , and one star follow her footsteps ...
... sailing shade of clouds in the moonlight Flitted across the floor and darkened the room for a moment . And as she gazed from the window she saw se- renely the moon pass Forth from the folds of a cloud , and one star follow her footsteps ...
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... sails aloft , on pinions majestic , the vulture , Like the implacable soul of a chieftain slaugh- tered in battle , By invisible stairs ascending and scaling the heavens . Here and there rise smokes from the camps of these savage ...
... sails aloft , on pinions majestic , the vulture , Like the implacable soul of a chieftain slaugh- tered in battle , By invisible stairs ascending and scaling the heavens . Here and there rise smokes from the camps of these savage ...
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... beautiful and gallant craft ; Broad in the beam , that the stress of the blast , Pressing down upon sail and mast , Might not the sharp bows overwhelm ; Broad in the beam , but sloping aft With graceful THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP . 311.
... beautiful and gallant craft ; Broad in the beam , that the stress of the blast , Pressing down upon sail and mast , Might not the sharp bows overwhelm ; Broad in the beam , but sloping aft With graceful THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP . 311.
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... sails the ocean , But every climate , every soil , Must bring its tribute , great or small , And help to build the wooden wall ! The sun was rising o'er the sea , And long the level shadows lay , As if they , too , the beams would be Of ...
... sails the ocean , But every climate , every soil , Must bring its tribute , great or small , And help to build the wooden wall ! The sun was rising o'er the sea , And long the level shadows lay , As if they , too , the beams would be Of ...
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Сторінка 22 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Сторінка 343 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
Сторінка 126 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Сторінка 73 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Сторінка 138 - This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Сторінка 342 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Сторінка 304 - Standing before Her father's door, He saw the form of his promised bride. The sun shone on her golden hair, And her cheek was glowing fresh and fair, With the breath of morn and the soft sea air.
Сторінка 137 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Сторінка 141 - Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides ; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows.
Сторінка 189 - This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred? Lo! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you! See! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion! Hark! how those lips still repeat the prayer, 'O Father, forgive them!