PoemsCarey and Hart, 1847 - 376 psl. |
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... thine abominations ; after times , That yet shall read thy tale , will tremble at thy crimes . XVII . Yet there was that within thee which has saved Thy glory , and redeemed thy blotted name ; The story of thy better deeds , engraved On ...
... thine abominations ; after times , That yet shall read thy tale , will tremble at thy crimes . XVII . Yet there was that within thee which has saved Thy glory , and redeemed thy blotted name ; The story of thy better deeds , engraved On ...
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... thine own ; And the pure ray , that from thy bosom came , Far over many a land and age has shone , And mingles with the light that beams from God's own throne . XVIII . And Rome - thy sterner , younger sister , she Who awed the world ...
... thine own ; And the pure ray , that from thy bosom came , Far over many a land and age has shone , And mingles with the light that beams from God's own throne . XVIII . And Rome - thy sterner , younger sister , she Who awed the world ...
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... Thine individual being , shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements , To be a brother to 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 ...
... Thine individual being , shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements , To be a brother to 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 ...
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... thine eye , - Thou seest no cavern roof , no palace vault ; There the blue sky and the white drifting cloud Look in . Again the wildered fancy dreams Of spouting fountains , frozen as they rose , And fixed , with all their branching ...
... thine eye , - Thou seest no cavern roof , no palace vault ; There the blue sky and the white drifting cloud Look in . Again the wildered fancy dreams Of spouting fountains , frozen as they rose , And fixed , with all their branching ...
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... thine accusers ? -Who ? The living ! -they who never felt thy power , And know thee not . The curses of the wretch Whose crimes are ripe , his sufferings when thy hand Is on him , and the hour he dreads is come , Are writ among thy ...
... thine accusers ? -Who ? The living ! -they who never felt thy power , And know thee not . The curses of the wretch Whose crimes are ripe , his sufferings when thy hand Is on him , and the hour he dreads is come , Are writ among thy ...
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37 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...
29 psl. - 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...
31 psl. - 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.
28 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 gentle sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
303 psl. - 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...
136 psl. - 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.
130 psl. - 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...
200 psl. - 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.
194 psl. - 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.
30 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.