PoemsCarey and Hart, 1847 - 376 стор. |
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... their tents on fire , They grasp their arms in vain ; And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again . " Song of Marion's Men , p . 223 . LIST OF THE ILLUSTRATIONS . 15 THE COUNT OF GREIERS 14 LIST OF THE ILLUSTRATIONS .
... their tents on fire , They grasp their arms in vain ; And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again . " Song of Marion's Men , p . 223 . LIST OF THE ILLUSTRATIONS . 15 THE COUNT OF GREIERS 14 LIST OF THE ILLUSTRATIONS .
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... stand upon their ashes in thy beam , The offspring of another race , I stand , Beside a stream they loved , this valley stream ; And where the night - fire of the quivered band Showed the gray oak by fits , and war - song rung , I teach ...
... stand upon their ashes in thy beam , The offspring of another race , I stand , Beside a stream they loved , this valley stream ; And where the night - fire of the quivered band Showed the gray oak by fits , and war - song rung , I teach ...
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... stand , and strik'st them down . Alas ! I little thought that the stern power Whose fearful praise I sung , would try me thus Before the strain was ended . It must cease- For he is in his grave who taught my youth The art of verse , and ...
... stand , and strik'st them down . Alas ! I little thought that the stern power Whose fearful praise I sung , would try me thus Before the strain was ended . It must cease- For he is in his grave who taught my youth The art of verse , and ...
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... of mockery of prayer , Are left to cumber earth . Shuddering I look On what is written , yet I blot not out The desultory numbers - let them stand , The record of an idle revery . THE MASSACRE AT SCIO . 69 THE MASSACRE AT SCIO 68 POEMS .
... of mockery of prayer , Are left to cumber earth . Shuddering I look On what is written , yet I blot not out The desultory numbers - let them stand , The record of an idle revery . THE MASSACRE AT SCIO . 69 THE MASSACRE AT SCIO 68 POEMS .
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... stand'st , The haunts of men below thee , and around The mountain summits , thy expanding heart Shall feel a kindred with that loftier world To which thou art translated , and partake The enlargement of thy vision . Thou shalt look Upon ...
... stand'st , The haunts of men below thee , and around The mountain summits , thy expanding heart Shall feel a kindred with that loftier world To which thou art translated , and partake The enlargement of thy vision . Thou shalt look Upon ...
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Сторінка 37 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Сторінка 29 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Сторінка 31 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Сторінка 28 - 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 gentle sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Сторінка 303 - For with thy side shall dwell, at last, The victory of endurance born. Truth; crushed to earth, shall rise again ; The eternal years of God are hers ; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers. Yea, though thou lie upon the dust, When they who helped thee flee in fear. Die full of hope and manly trust, Like those who fell in battle here. Another hand thy sword shall wield, Another hand the standard wave, Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed The blast of triumph o'er thy...
Сторінка 136 - There, through the long, long summer hours, The golden light should lie, And thick young herbs and groups of flowers Stand in their beauty by. The oriole should build and tell His love-tale, close beside my cell ; The idle butterfly Should rest him there, and there be heard The housewife bee and humming bird.
Сторінка 130 - 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...
Сторінка 200 - I would that thus, when I shall see The hour of death draw near to me, Hope, blossoming within my heart, May look to heaven as I depart.
Сторінка 194 - Love, that midst grief began, And grew with years, and faltered not in death. Full many a mighty name Lurks in thy depths, unuttered, unrevered ; With thee are silent fame, Forgotten arts, and wisdom disappeared.
Сторінка 30 - 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.