The Poets of America, Volum 2John Keese S. Colman, 1842 - 326 sider |
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Side 15
... sing , And the wine untasted stands ? - He hath dashed his jewelled crown , He hath rent his golden pall , For a finger dark On the wall doth mark , And an earthquake rocks the hall . 15 Now fetch me my magicians , Bid them hither haste.
... sing , And the wine untasted stands ? - He hath dashed his jewelled crown , He hath rent his golden pall , For a finger dark On the wall doth mark , And an earthquake rocks the hall . 15 Now fetch me my magicians , Bid them hither haste.
Side 40
... golden grain , That dance in waves along the plain To merry song of reaping swain , Beneath the welkin blue ; With these I may not urge my suit , Of Summer's patient toil the fruit , For mortal purpose given ; Nor may it fit my sober ...
... golden grain , That dance in waves along the plain To merry song of reaping swain , Beneath the welkin blue ; With these I may not urge my suit , Of Summer's patient toil the fruit , For mortal purpose given ; Nor may it fit my sober ...
Side 56
... golden , brown ; Said , Lovelier hues were never seen ; Then gently pressed my tender down . And where I sent up little shoots , He called them trees , in fond conceit : Like silly lovers in their suits He talked , his care awhile to ...
... golden , brown ; Said , Lovelier hues were never seen ; Then gently pressed my tender down . And where I sent up little shoots , He called them trees , in fond conceit : Like silly lovers in their suits He talked , his care awhile to ...
Side 75
... golden chalices to humming birds And silken - winged insects of the sky . Frail wood - plants clustered round thy edge in spring The liver leaf put forth her sister blooms Of faintest blue . Here the quick - footed wolf , Passing to lap ...
... golden chalices to humming birds And silken - winged insects of the sky . Frail wood - plants clustered round thy edge in spring The liver leaf put forth her sister blooms Of faintest blue . Here the quick - footed wolf , Passing to lap ...
Side 76
... golden sunshine . To the door The red man slowly drags the enormous bear Slain in the chestnut thicket , or flings down The deer from his strong shoulders . Shaggy fells Of wolf and cougar hang upon the walls , THE FOUNTAIN . And loud ...
... golden sunshine . To the door The red man slowly drags the enormous bear Slain in the chestnut thicket , or flings down The deer from his strong shoulders . Shaggy fells Of wolf and cougar hang upon the walls , THE FOUNTAIN . And loud ...
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ALBERT PIKE APRIL SHOWER autumn beam beauty beneath beneath the sky bird bless blest bloom blossoms bower breast breath bright brow CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN chimes clouds dark deep dost dreams earth eternal FELICIA HEMANS FITZ-GREENE HALLECK flashed flowers FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD friends gale gaze gentle gleam glorious glory grave green HADAD HAMPTON BEACH hath hear heart heaven hills holy hour hues hushed leaves life's light lingers lone look melody morning mother mountain mournful murmur neath night NORTH BURIAL GROUND o'er rest rock rolled round SEBA SMITH shade shadows shine shore sing skies sleep slumbers smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars stream summer sweet swells tears tempest thee thine Thou art thoughts throng tree trembling twilight URSA MAJOR vale voice Washington Allston waves weary wild winds wings woods youthful
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Side 37 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, - rejoicing, - sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin. Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Side 35 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor.
Side 97 - ... heart of man, That strange and mystic scroll, That an army of phantoms vast and wan Beleaguer the human soul. Encamped beside Life's rushing stream, In Fancy's misty light, Gigantic shapes and shadows gleam Portentous through the night. Upon its midnight battle-ground The spectral camp is seen, And with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there, In the army of the grave ; No other challenge breaks the air, But the rushing of Life's wave.
Side 35 - Week in. week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Side 162 - And hung his bow upon thy awful front, And spoke in that loud voice which seemed to him Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's sake The "sound of many waters," and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back And notch his centuries in the eternal rocks.
Side 283 - The bell's deep tones are swelling; 'tis the knell Of the departed year. No funeral train Is sweeping past, yet, on the stream and wood, With melancholy light, the moonbeams rest, Like a pale, spotless shroud; the air is stirred As by a mourner's sigh; and on yon cloud...
Side 35 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Side 20 - A sister to the night !— Sleep not ! — thine image wakes for aye Within my watching breast: Sleep not! — from her soft sleep should fly, Who robs all hearts of rest. Nay, lady, from thy slumbers break, And make this darkness gay With looks, whose brightness well might make Of...
Side 285 - He presses, and forever. The proud bird, The condor of the Andes, that can soar Through heaven's unfathomable depths, or brave The fury of the northern hurricane, And...
Side 196 - I love ye — chimes of Motherland, With all this soul of mine, And bless the Lord that I am sprung Of good old English line : And like a son I sing the lay That England's glory tells; For she is lovely to the Lord, For you, ye Christian bells...
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