The American Common-place Book of Poetry: With Occasional NotesH. Hooker, 1846 - 405 стор. |
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... breathing hour : Thou canst not slay its life : it must create ; And , good or ill , there ne'er will come a date To ... breath , Uncalled by God . We look , and name it death . Mad wretch ! the soul hath no last sleep ; the strife To ...
... breathing hour : Thou canst not slay its life : it must create ; And , good or ill , there ne'er will come a date To ... breath , Uncalled by God . We look , and name it death . Mad wretch ! the soul hath no last sleep ; the strife To ...
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... breath away . When , sleeping in my grass - grown bed , Shouldst thou still linger here above , Wilt thou not kneel beside my head , And , sister , sing the song I love ? aware that it has been noticed in any periodical in this country ...
... breath away . When , sleeping in my grass - grown bed , Shouldst thou still linger here above , Wilt thou not kneel beside my head , And , sister , sing the song I love ? aware that it has been noticed in any periodical in this country ...
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... breath of that sweet morn . All things are dark to sorrow ; and the light , And loveliness , and fragrant air were sad To the dejected Hagar . The moist earth Was pouring odors from its spicy pores , And the young birds were caroling as ...
... breath of that sweet morn . All things are dark to sorrow ; and the light , And loveliness , and fragrant air were sad To the dejected Hagar . The moist earth Was pouring odors from its spicy pores , And the young birds were caroling as ...
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... breath Of the thick pines , —and tried to comfort him ; But he was sore athirst , and his blue eyes Were dim and bloodshot , and he could not know Why God denied him water in the wild . She sat a little longer , and he grew Ghastly and ...
... breath Of the thick pines , —and tried to comfort him ; But he was sore athirst , and his blue eyes Were dim and bloodshot , and he could not know Why God denied him water in the wild . She sat a little longer , and he grew Ghastly and ...
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... breath ! It chills my frame ! His eyes their near and dreadful glare Speak that I must not name ! " Thou'rt mad to mount that horse ! " A power within , I must obey , cries , Mount thee , man of sin ! " " He's now astride the spectre's ...
... breath ! It chills my frame ! His eyes their near and dreadful glare Speak that I must not name ! " Thou'rt mad to mount that horse ! " A power within , I must obey , cries , Mount thee , man of sin ! " " He's now astride the spectre's ...
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Сторінка 54 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Сторінка 135 - 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 healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Сторінка 149 - 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.
Сторінка 136 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Сторінка 220 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Сторінка 218 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Сторінка 194 - The old oaken bucket, the ironbound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.
Сторінка 59 - They fought like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered — but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Сторінка 151 - And of the triumphs of his ghastly foe Makes his own nourishment. For he came forth From thine own bosom, and shall have no end. There have been holy men who hid themselves Deep in the woody wilderness, and gave Their lives to thought and prayer, till they outlived The generation born with them, nor seemed Less aged than the hoary trees and rocks Around them; — and there have been holy men Who deemed it were not well to pass life thus.
Сторінка 391 - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills ! — No tears Dim the sweet look that nature wears.