The American Common-place Book of Poetry: With Occasional NotesH. Hooker, 1841 - 405 ページ |
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... rise in the bosom of the Christian . We may find plenty of the sentimentality of religion , expressed , too , in beautiful language - but as cold as a winter night's transitory frost - work on our windows . A few beloved volumes ...
... rise in the bosom of the Christian . We may find plenty of the sentimentality of religion , expressed , too , in beautiful language - but as cold as a winter night's transitory frost - work on our windows . A few beloved volumes ...
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... rise , Till at the gate of heaven it sings , Midst light from paradise . Active Christian Benevolence the Source of sublime and lasting Happiness . - CARLOS WILCOX . WOULDST thou from sorrow find a sweet relief ? Or is thy heart ...
... rise , Till at the gate of heaven it sings , Midst light from paradise . Active Christian Benevolence the Source of sublime and lasting Happiness . - CARLOS WILCOX . WOULDST thou from sorrow find a sweet relief ? Or is thy heart ...
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... Rise and walk ; thy sins are all forgiven . " Blest are the pure in heart . He'll cleanse thy spotted soul . Would'st thou be blest ? Would'st thou find rest ? Around thy toils and cares he'll breathe a calm , And to thy wounded spirit ...
... Rise and walk ; thy sins are all forgiven . " Blest are the pure in heart . He'll cleanse thy spotted soul . Would'st thou be blest ? Would'st thou find rest ? Around thy toils and cares he'll breathe a calm , And to thy wounded spirit ...
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... rise from the perusal of such a volume without feeling the vanity of human hopes . " " She was peculiarly sensitive to music . There was one song ( it was Moore's Farewell to his Harp ) to which she took a special fancy ; she wished to ...
... rise from the perusal of such a volume without feeling the vanity of human hopes . " " She was peculiarly sensitive to music . There was one song ( it was Moore's Farewell to his Harp ) to which she took a special fancy ; she wished to ...
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... rise : - I only know how fair they stand About my own beloved land . And they are fair : a charm is theirs , That earth - the proud , green earth - has not , With all the hues , and forms , and airs , That haunt her sweetest spot . We ...
... rise : - I only know how fair they stand About my own beloved land . And they are fair : a charm is theirs , That earth - the proud , green earth - has not , With all the hues , and forms , and airs , That haunt her sweetest spot . We ...
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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.