The American Common-place Book of Poetry: With Occasional NotesH. Hooker, 1841 - 405 ページ |
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... Rose and the Laurel . A Castle in the Air . The Consumptive . · Lines to the Western Mummy . Song . The Life of the Blessed . From the Spanish . The Sunday School . · " They went out into the Mount of Olives . " The Lily . · The Last ...
... Rose and the Laurel . A Castle in the Air . The Consumptive . · Lines to the Western Mummy . Song . The Life of the Blessed . From the Spanish . The Sunday School . · " They went out into the Mount of Olives . " The Lily . · The Last ...
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... rose is wrapt in many a fold Close to its heart , the worm is wasting there Its life and beauty ; not when , all unrolled , Leaf after leaf , its bosom , rich and fair , Breathes freely its perfumes throughout the ambient air Wake ...
... rose is wrapt in many a fold Close to its heart , the worm is wasting there Its life and beauty ; not when , all unrolled , Leaf after leaf , its bosom , rich and fair , Breathes freely its perfumes throughout the ambient air Wake ...
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... rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow ; But on the hill the golden - rod , and the aster in the wood , And the yellow sun - flower by the brook in autumn beauty stood , Till fell the frost from the clear , cold heaven , as falls ...
... rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow ; But on the hill the golden - rod , and the aster in the wood , And the yellow sun - flower by the brook in autumn beauty stood , Till fell the frost from the clear , cold heaven , as falls ...
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... rose Full as the harmony of winds to heaven ; Yet sweet as nature's springtide melodies To some worn pilgrim , first , with glistening eyes , Greeting his native valley , whence the sounds Of rural gladness , herds , and bleating flocks ...
... rose Full as the harmony of winds to heaven ; Yet sweet as nature's springtide melodies To some worn pilgrim , first , with glistening eyes , Greeting his native valley , whence the sounds Of rural gladness , herds , and bleating flocks ...
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... rose wreathed and blue , And ever by their lake lay moored the light canoe . Look now abroad - another race has filled These populous borders - wide the wood recedes , And towns shoot up , and fertile realms are tilled ; The land is ...
... rose wreathed and blue , And ever by their lake lay moored the light canoe . Look now abroad - another race has filled These populous borders - wide the wood recedes , And towns shoot up , and fertile realms are tilled ; The land is ...
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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.