PoemsJ. Munroe & Company, 1847 - 251 psl. |
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... hill . " The babe by its mother Lies bathed in joy ; Glide its hours uncounted , - The sun is its toy ; - Shines the peace of all being , Without cloud , in its eyes ; And the sum of the world In soft miniature lies . " But man crouches ...
... hill . " The babe by its mother Lies bathed in joy ; Glide its hours uncounted , - The sun is its toy ; - Shines the peace of all being , Without cloud , in its eyes ; And the sum of the world In soft miniature lies . " But man crouches ...
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... hill - top looking down ; The heifer that lows in the upland farm , Far - heard , lows not thine ear to charm ; The sexton , tolling his bell at noon , Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse , and lists with delight , Whilst his ...
... hill - top looking down ; The heifer that lows in the upland farm , Far - heard , lows not thine ear to charm ; The sexton , tolling his bell at noon , Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse , and lists with delight , Whilst his ...
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... hill ! I fancy these pure waters and the flags Know me , as does my dog : we sympathize ; And , I affirm , my actions smack of the soil . ' Where are these men ? Asleep beneath their grounds ; And strangers , fond as they , their ...
... hill ! I fancy these pure waters and the flags Know me , as does my dog : we sympathize ; And , I affirm , my actions smack of the soil . ' Where are these men ? Asleep beneath their grounds ; And strangers , fond as they , their ...
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... hills alone , A secret nook in a pleasant land , - Whose groves the frolic fairies planned ; Where arches green , the livelong day , Echo the blackbird's roundelay , And vulgar feet have never trod A spot that is sacred to thought and ...
... hills alone , A secret nook in a pleasant land , - Whose groves the frolic fairies planned ; Where arches green , the livelong day , Echo the blackbird's roundelay , And vulgar feet have never trod A spot that is sacred to thought and ...
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... hills and woods , the river , and the heaven , And veils the farm - house at the garden's end . The sled and traveller stopped , the courier's feet Delayed , all friends shut out , the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace ...
... hills and woods , the river , and the heaven , And veils the farm - house at the garden's end . The sled and traveller stopped , the courier's feet Delayed , all friends shut out , the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace ...
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agrimony amulets astronomy bard beauty bird blessed blood boughs breeze brook Canst child churl cloud Cossack Dæmon dear deep delight divine doth draw earth eternal eyebeam Fakirs fall Fate feet flame flowers forest forest fall forever genius German glow gods GOETHE grace Hafiz hast hath Hearken heaven Heed hill Houris JAMES MUNROE JEAN PAUL RICHTER Jove juice land leaves light lore lover maid melt mind morning mountain Muse Nature Nature's never o'er pale Pentecost pine pine-tree plant Pleiads POEMS poet Price 50 cents pulse race rhyme rose round Saadi SAMUEL OSGOOD scorn secret seek shadow shines sings song soul sphere Sphinx star sunbeam sweet thee thine eye things thou thou shalt thought throbbing thrush thy heart Translated tree Twill unto Uriel volume wave wild wind wise wood
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250 psl. - BY the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world.
72 psl. - The timid it concerns to ask their way, And fear what foe in caves and swamps can stray, To make no step until the event is known, And ills to come as evils past bemoan. Not so the wise ; no coward watch he keeps To spy what danger on his pathway creeps ; Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, — his hall the azure dome ; Where his clear spirit leads him, there's his road, By God's own light illumined and foreshowed.
141 psl. - T is a brave master; Let it have scope: Follow it utterly, Hope beyond hope: High and more high It dives into noon, With wing unspent, Untold intent; But it is a god, Knows its own path And the outlets of the sky. It was never for the mean; It requireth courage stout. Souls above doubt, Valor unbending, It will reward,-- They shall return More than they were, And ever ascending.
12 psl. - In stings of remorse. Have I a lover Who is noble and free ? — I would he were nobler Than to love me. " Eterne alternation Now follows, now flies ; And under pain, pleasure, — Under pleasure, pain lies. ;/ *••< Love works at the centre, Heart-heaving alway ; Forth speed the strong pulses To the borders of day. " Dull Sphinx, Jove keep thy five wits ; Thy sight is growing blear; Rue, myrrh and cummin for the Sphinx, __~- Her muddy eyes to clear...
53 psl. - Where are these men ? Asleep beneath their grounds And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough. Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs ; Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet Clear of the grave.
138 psl. - Olympian bards who sung Divine ideas below, Which always find us young, And always keep us so.
29 psl. - Or by knowledge grown too bright To hit the nerve of feebler sight. Straightway, a forgetting wind Stole over the celestial kind, And their lips the secret kept, If in ashes the fire-seed slept. But now and then, truth-speaking things Shamed the angels...
120 psl. - And ride mankind. There are two laws discrete, Not reconciled — Law for man, and law for thing; The last builds town and fleet, But it runs wild, And doth the man unking.
121 psl. - Let man serve law for man; Live for friendship, live for love, For truth's and harmony's behoof; The state may follow how it can, As Olympus follows Jove.
59 psl. - Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, 0 rival of the rose!