PoemsHarper & brothers, 1836 - 274 psl. |
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... Hymn of the City , 248 " No Man knoweth his Sepulchre , " 250 " Blessed are they that mourn , " 251 The Skies , The Journey of Life , 253 255 Sonnet - To- 256 Death of the Flowers , 257 CONTENTS . Page 259 265 266 269 xii Hymn to A 2.
... Hymn of the City , 248 " No Man knoweth his Sepulchre , " 250 " Blessed are they that mourn , " 251 The Skies , The Journey of Life , 253 255 Sonnet - To- 256 Death of the Flowers , 257 CONTENTS . Page 259 265 266 269 xii Hymn to A 2.
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... bribe a passage to the skies ; And vice , beneath the mitre's kind control , Sinned gayly on , and grew to giant size , Shielded by priestly power , and watched by priestly eyes . 22 THE AGES . XXIII . At last the earthquake.
... bribe a passage to the skies ; And vice , beneath the mitre's kind control , Sinned gayly on , and grew to giant size , Shielded by priestly power , and watched by priestly eyes . 22 THE AGES . XXIII . At last the earthquake.
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... skies ; From the broad highland region , black with pines , Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise , Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold rosy flushes on the virgin gold . In There , rooted to the aerial shelves that wear The ...
... skies ; From the broad highland region , black with pines , Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise , Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold rosy flushes on the virgin gold . In There , rooted to the aerial shelves that wear The ...
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... skies , Proclaimed the essential Goodness , strong and wise . In you the heart that sighs for freedom seeks Her image ; there the winds no barrier know , Clouds come and rest and leave your fairy peaks ; While even the immaterial Mind ...
... skies , Proclaimed the essential Goodness , strong and wise . In you the heart that sighs for freedom seeks Her image ; there the winds no barrier know , Clouds come and rest and leave your fairy peaks ; While even the immaterial Mind ...
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... skies Were never stained with village smoke : The fragrant wind , that through them flies , Is breathed from wastes by plough unbroke . Here , with my rifle and my steed , And her who left the world for me , I plant me , where the red ...
... skies Were never stained with village smoke : The fragrant wind , that through them flies , Is breathed from wastes by plough unbroke . Here , with my rifle and my steed , And her who left the world for me , I plant me , where the red ...
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ages amid APENNINES beauty beneath birds blood bloom blossoms blue boughs breath bright brook brow calm CATTERSKILL city spires clouds cold dark days of heaven death deep didst dwell earth fair flowers forest fresh gay woods gaze gentle glad glen glide glittering glorious glory grave Greece green groves hand hear heart heaven hills hour hunter HYMN land light look lovers walked maid maiden maize Maquon mighty mountain murmur MUSQUITO night o'er old Castile pass Peru PITCAIRN'S ISLAND pleasant PRAIRIES race red ruler rest rill RIZPAH rocks round savannas shade shadows shine sight silent silent hills skies sleep smile soft song sound spirit springs star stream strong summer sunny sweet swell tears THANATOPSIS thee thine thou art thou dost Thou hast thou shalt trees vales voice wander warriors weep wild wind-flower winds wings woods youth
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266 psl. - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
267 psl. - Teaches thy way along that pathless coast The desert and illimitable air Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply...
204 psl. - Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue, That openest, when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night; Thou comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late, and com'st alone, When woods are bare, and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged Year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes...
33 psl. - 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.
124 psl. - Tis life to feel the night-wind That lifts his tossing mane. A moment in the British camp A moment and away, Back to the pathless forest Before the peep of day. Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs; Their hearts are all with Marion, For Marion are their prayers. And lovely ladies greet our band With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer, And tears like those of spring. For them we wear these trusty arms, And lay them down no more Till we have driven...
257 psl. - THE melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, And meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, The autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, And to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, And from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow Through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
123 psl. - Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear; When, waking to their tents on fire, They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again ; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind, And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind.
39 psl. - Which, from the stilly twilight of the place, And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty.
31 psl. - 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.
39 psl. - ... boughs, and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless Power And inaccessible Majesty. Ah, why Should we in the world's riper years neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised ! Let me, at least, Here, in the shadow of this aged wood, Offer one hymn thrice happy, if it find Acceptance in his ear. Father, thy hand Hath...