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... Send out wild hymns upon the scented air . Lo ! to the smiling Arno's classic side The emulous nations of the west repair , And kindle their quenched urns , and drink fresh spirit there . XXII . Still , Heaven deferred the hour ordained ...
... Send out wild hymns upon the scented air . Lo ! to the smiling Arno's classic side The emulous nations of the west repair , And kindle their quenched urns , and drink fresh spirit there . XXII . Still , Heaven deferred the hour ordained ...
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... deer Fled at the glancing plume , and the gaunt wolf yelled near , XXVIII . And where his willing waves yon bright blue bay Sends up , to kiss his decorated brim , And cradles , in his soft embrace , the gay THE AGES . 19.
... deer Fled at the glancing plume , and the gaunt wolf yelled near , XXVIII . And where his willing waves yon bright blue bay Sends up , to kiss his decorated brim , And cradles , in his soft embrace , the gay THE AGES . 19.
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... the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod , which the rude swain Turns with his share , and treads upon . The oak Shall send his roots abroad , and pierce thy mould . Yet not to thine eternal resting - place Shalt thou 26 POEMS .
... the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod , which the rude swain Turns with his share , and treads upon . The oak Shall send his roots abroad , and pierce thy mould . Yet not to thine eternal resting - place Shalt thou 26 POEMS .
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... Sends forth glad 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 ...
... Sends forth glad 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 ...
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... send forth slender shafts And crossing arches ; and fantastic aisles Wind from the sight in brightness , and are lost Among the crowded pillars . Raise thine eye ; Thou seest no cavern roof , no palace vault ; There the blue sky and the ...
... send forth slender shafts And crossing arches ; and fantastic aisles Wind from the sight in brightness , and are lost Among the crowded pillars . Raise thine eye ; Thou seest no cavern roof , no palace vault ; There the blue sky and the ...
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Page 25 - 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.
Page 28 - 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 favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 39 - 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.
Page 207 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Page 29 - 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. As the long train Of ages...
Page 41 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Page 173 - Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees.
Page 106 - Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month ! in praise of thee ; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands again, The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring. And, in thy reign of blast and storm, Smiles many a long, bright, sunny day, When the changed winds are soft and warm, And heaven puts on the blue of May.
Page 62 - There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night ; And grief may bide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.
Page 185 - But if, around my place of sleep, The friends I love should come to weep, They might not haste to go. Soft airs, and song, and light, and bloom, Should keep them lingering by my tomb.