Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volume 2Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... tell ! I would not have my boy's young cheek made pale , Nor haunt his sunny rest with what befell In that drear prison - house . - His eye must grow More dark with thought , more earnest his fair brow , More high his heart in youthful ...
... tell ! I would not have my boy's young cheek made pale , Nor haunt his sunny rest with what befell In that drear prison - house . - His eye must grow More dark with thought , more earnest his fair brow , More high his heart in youthful ...
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... tell My trusting soul that she could fade to die ! Yet , ere she parted , I had mark'd a change , -But it breathed hope - ' twas beautiful , though strange : Something of gladness in the melody Of her low voice , and in her words a ...
... tell My trusting soul that she could fade to die ! Yet , ere she parted , I had mark'd a change , -But it breathed hope - ' twas beautiful , though strange : Something of gladness in the melody Of her low voice , and in her words a ...
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... tell- Friend tells not such to friend - the thoughts which rent My fainting spirit , when its wild farewell Across the billows to thy grave was sent , Thou , there most lonely ! -He that sits above , In his calm glory , will forgive the ...
... tell- Friend tells not such to friend - the thoughts which rent My fainting spirit , when its wild farewell Across the billows to thy grave was sent , Thou , there most lonely ! -He that sits above , In his calm glory , will forgive the ...
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... tell thy fair - hair'd bride She must slumber at thy side ! Tell the brother of thy breast Ev'n for him thy grave hath rest ! Tell the raven - steed which bore thee , When the wild wolf fled before thee , He too with his lord must fall ...
... tell thy fair - hair'd bride She must slumber at thy side ! Tell the brother of thy breast Ev'n for him thy grave hath rest ! Tell the raven - steed which bore thee , When the wild wolf fled before thee , He too with his lord must fall ...
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... mute repose ; When Uri's beechen woods wave red In the burning hamlet's light ; - Then from the cavern of the dead , Shall the sleepers wake in might ! With a leap , like Tell's proud leap , the 11 LAYS OF MANY LANDS . 121.
... mute repose ; When Uri's beechen woods wave red In the burning hamlet's light ; - Then from the cavern of the dead , Shall the sleepers wake in might ! With a leap , like Tell's proud leap , the 11 LAYS OF MANY LANDS . 121.
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art thou banners beauty beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land brow burst call'd child dark dead death deep didst dreams dust dwell earth ev'n faded faint fair fair brow falchion fear flowers foam fount gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glorious glow gone grave green hath hear heard heart Heaven hour hush'd joyous Lake of Lucerne land leaves light lips lone look'd lovely sculpture lyre midst mighty mirth Moorish mournful night o'er thy Oronoco pale pass'd pines pour'd rest rills Rio verde round seem'd shades shadows shining shore silent sleep slumber smile soft soft eyes song soul sound Spain spear spirit stars stormy strain streams sunny sunny brow sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tone unto voice wave weep wild wind woods wouldst young
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Page 215 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 266 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 181 - Yet more, the Depths have more ! — What wealth untold Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies.
Page 265 - Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ; But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth...
Page 305 - Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Page 258 - Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Page 215 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? — They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found, — Freedom to worship God.
Page 284 - And men stood breathless in their dread. And baffled in their skill — But One was there, who rose and said To the wild sea,
Page 289 - Thou tak'st through the dim church-aisle thy way, And its pillars from twilight flash forth to day, And its high pale tombs, with their trophies old, Are bathed in a flood as of burning gold.
Page 319 - Now in thy youth, beseech of Him Who giveth, upbraiding' not; That his light in thy heart become not dim, And his love be unforgot ; And thy God, in the darkest of days, will be, Greenness, and beauty, and strength to thee...