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... Spring after long Rains . Slavery . Hymn for the African Colonization Society . Dedication Hymn . Evening Music of the Angels . Vernal Melody in the Forest . Close of the Vision of Judgment . " As thy Day , so shall thy Strength be ...
... Spring after long Rains . Slavery . Hymn for the African Colonization Society . Dedication Hymn . Evening Music of the Angels . Vernal Melody in the Forest . Close of the Vision of Judgment . " As thy Day , so shall thy Strength be ...
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... Spring . Mount Washington , N. H. To the Dying Year . The Captain . A Fragment . " They that seek me early , shall find me . " • A Son's Farewell to his Mother , & c . " Hushed is the Voice of Judah's Mirth . " • Bryant . 8 Carlos ...
... Spring . Mount Washington , N. H. To the Dying Year . The Captain . A Fragment . " They that seek me early , shall find me . " • A Son's Farewell to his Mother , & c . " Hushed is the Voice of Judah's Mirth . " • Bryant . 8 Carlos ...
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... Spring . Summer . Rosalie . • • Anonymous . 328 Anonymous . 329 Carlos Wilcox . 330 New York Review . 331 Longfellow . 332 J. W. Eastburn . 334 Mrs. Hale's Magazine . 335 W. O. B. Peabody . 336 W. O. B. Peabody . 336 W. O. B. Peabody ...
... Spring . Summer . Rosalie . • • Anonymous . 328 Anonymous . 329 Carlos Wilcox . 330 New York Review . 331 Longfellow . 332 J. W. Eastburn . 334 Mrs. Hale's Magazine . 335 W. O. B. Peabody . 336 W. O. B. Peabody . 336 W. O. B. Peabody ...
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... Spring after long Rains . -- CARLOS WILCOX . THE Spring , made dreary by incessant rain , Was well nigh gone , and not a glimpse appeared Of vernal loveliness , but light - green turf Round the deep bubbling fountain in the vale , Or by ...
... Spring after long Rains . -- CARLOS WILCOX . THE Spring , made dreary by incessant rain , Was well nigh gone , and not a glimpse appeared Of vernal loveliness , but light - green turf Round the deep bubbling fountain in the vale , Or by ...
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... springs , Followed by others , but oft drops it soon , In playful mood , or from too slight a hold , When all at once dart at the falling prize . The flippant blackbird , with light yellow crown , Hangs fluttering in the air , and ...
... springs , Followed by others , but oft drops it soon , In playful mood , or from too slight a hold , When all at once dart at the falling prize . The flippant blackbird , with light yellow crown , Hangs fluttering in the air , and ...
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The American Common-place Book of Poetry: With Occasional Notes George Barrell Cheever Повний перегляд - 1831 |
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Absalom beams beauty beneath bird blessed bloom blue bosom breakers high breast breath breeze bright brow calm CARLOS WILCOX clouds cold dark dead death deep dreams dwell earth eternal fair Father fear feel flowers gaze gentle glorious glory glow golden golden sun gone grave green grief Hadad hand hath hear heart heaven Helon hills holy hour land leaves light lips living lonely look lyre morning mountain Nath neath night o'er ocean old oaken bucket orbs pale peace praise prayer pure rest rill roll round Rudbari Sawney Beane scene shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars storm stream sublime sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought thundering bands tomb tread trees Twas twill vale voice waves weary weep white-thorn wild winds wings woods youth
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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.