The American Common-place Book of Poetry: With Occasional NotesH. Hooker, 1841 - 405 ページ |
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... glory and its peace , By musing o'er the bright and tranquil isles of Greece ? Beware lest thou , from sloth , that would appear But lowliness of mind , with joy proclaim Thy want of worth ; a charge thou couldst not hear From other ...
... glory and its peace , By musing o'er the bright and tranquil isles of Greece ? Beware lest thou , from sloth , that would appear But lowliness of mind , with joy proclaim Thy want of worth ; a charge thou couldst not hear From other ...
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... Glory hovers , here I war . The Song at Twilight . - LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON . * WHEN evening spreads her shades around , And darkness fills the arch of heaven ; When not a murmur , not a sound , To Fancy's sportive ear is given ; * The ...
... Glory hovers , here I war . The Song at Twilight . - LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON . * WHEN evening spreads her shades around , And darkness fills the arch of heaven ; When not a murmur , not a sound , To Fancy's sportive ear is given ; * The ...
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... sends , from all her thousand isles , A song at their return ; The glory that comes down from thee Bathes in deep joy the land and sea . The sun , the gorgeous sun , is thine , 36 COMMON - PLACE BOOK OF POETRY .. Bryant.
... sends , from all her thousand isles , A song at their return ; The glory that comes down from thee Bathes in deep joy the land and sea . The sun , the gorgeous sun , is thine , 36 COMMON - PLACE BOOK OF POETRY .. Bryant.
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... glory that brightened the mountain Will welcome the exile to Siloa's fountain ? To a Child . - ANONYMOUS . " The memory of thy name , dear one , Lives in my inmost heart , Linked with a thousand hopes and fears , That will not thence ...
... glory that brightened the mountain Will welcome the exile to Siloa's fountain ? To a Child . - ANONYMOUS . " The memory of thy name , dear one , Lives in my inmost heart , Linked with a thousand hopes and fears , That will not thence ...
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... glory of its flight , Till the receding rays are lost to human sight . To a Waterfowl . - BRYANT . WHITHER , ' midst falling dew , While glow the heavens with the last steps of day , Far , through their rosy depths , dost thou pursue ...
... glory of its flight , Till the receding rays are lost to human sight . To a Waterfowl . - BRYANT . WHITHER , ' midst falling dew , While glow the heavens with the last steps of day , Far , through their rosy depths , dost thou pursue ...
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Absalom beams beauty bend beneath bird blessed bloom blue bosom breast breath breeze bright brow calm CARLOS WILCOX clouds cold dark dead death deep dreams dwell earth eternal fair Father fear feel flowers gathering band gaze gentle glorious glory glow golden golden sun gone grave green Hadad hand hast hath hear heart heaven hills holy hour leaves light lips living lonely look lyre morning mountain Nath night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pale peace praise prayer pure rest roll round Rudbari Samuel F. B. Morse scene shade shine shore 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 waters waves waves dance weary weep white-thorn wild winds wings woods youth
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135 ページ - 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.
240 ページ - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
149 ページ - 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, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
58 ページ - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band: "Strike ! till the last armed foe expires ! Strike ! for your altars and your fires ! Strike ! for the green graves of your sires ; God, and your native land...
136 ページ - 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.
218 ページ - 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.
136 ページ - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
36 ページ - In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forests cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief : Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
136 ページ - 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.
94 ページ - FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far ; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree, And seem by thy sweet bounty made For those who follow thee.