PoemsCarey and Hart, 1847 - 376 pages |
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... sound of timbrels , and suddenly appear A troop of ruddy damsels and herdsmen drawing near . " The Count of Greiers , p . 258 . A NORTHERN LEGEND . ENGRAVED BY W. HUMPHRYS . " A ring , with a red jewel , Is sparkling on her hand ; Upon ...
... sound of timbrels , and suddenly appear A troop of ruddy damsels and herdsmen drawing near . " The Count of Greiers , p . 258 . A NORTHERN LEGEND . ENGRAVED BY W. HUMPHRYS . " A ring , with a red jewel , Is sparkling on her hand ; Upon ...
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... 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 . So shalt thou rest - and what if ...
... 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 . So shalt thou rest - and what if ...
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... sounds , and tripping o'er its bed Of pebbly sands , or leaping down the rocks , Seems , with continuous laughter , to rejoice In its own being . Softly tread the marge , Lest from her midway perch thou scare the wren That dips her bill ...
... sounds , and tripping o'er its bed Of pebbly sands , or leaping down the rocks , Seems , with continuous laughter , to rejoice In its own being . Softly tread the marge , Lest from her midway perch thou scare the wren That dips her bill ...
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... sound Like the far roar of rivers , and the eve Shall close o'er the brown woods as it was wont . And it is pleasant , when the noisy streams Are just set free , and milder suns melt off The plashy snow , save only the firm drift E In ...
... sound Like the far roar of rivers , and the eve Shall close o'er the brown woods as it was wont . And it is pleasant , when the noisy streams Are just set free , and milder suns melt off The plashy snow , save only the firm drift E In ...
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... sound of youthful voices wakes The shriller echo , as the clear pure lymph , That from the wounded trees , in twinkling drops , Falls , mid the golden brightness of the morn , Is gathered in with brimming pails , and oft , Wielded by ...
... sound of youthful voices wakes The shriller echo , as the clear pure lymph , That from the wounded trees , in twinkling drops , Falls , mid the golden brightness of the morn , Is gathered in with brimming pails , and oft , Wielded by ...
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Page 37 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Page 29 - 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. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Page 31 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 28 - 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 gentle sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Page 303 - For with thy side shall dwell, at last, The victory of endurance born. Truth; crushed to earth, shall rise again ; The eternal years of God are hers ; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers. Yea, though thou lie upon the dust, When they who helped thee flee in fear. Die full of hope and manly trust, Like those who fell in battle here. Another hand thy sword shall wield, Another hand the standard wave, Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed The blast of triumph o'er thy...
Page 136 - There, through the long, long summer hours, The golden light should lie, And thick young herbs and groups of flowers Stand in their beauty by. The oriole should build and tell His love-tale, close beside my cell ; The idle butterfly Should rest him there, and there be heard The housewife bee and humming bird.
Page 130 - God ! when thou Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts, or fill With all the waters of the firmament The swift dark whirlwind that uproots...
Page 200 - I would that thus, when I shall see The hour of death draw near to me, Hope, blossoming within my heart, May look to heaven as I depart.
Page 194 - Love, that midst grief began, And grew with years, and faltered not in death. Full many a mighty name Lurks in thy depths, unuttered, unrevered ; With thee are silent fame, Forgotten arts, and wisdom disappeared.
Page 30 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, 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.