Poetical WorksF. Warne, 1878 - 656 psl. |
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... entered . And lo ! my further course cut off a river , Which , tow'rds the left hand , with its little waves , Bent down the grass , that on its mar- gin sprang . All waters that on earth most limpid are , Would 18 TRANSLATIONS . The ...
... entered . And lo ! my further course cut off a river , Which , tow'rds the left hand , with its little waves , Bent down the grass , that on its mar- gin sprang . All waters that on earth most limpid are , Would 18 TRANSLATIONS . The ...
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... entered then into the church the Reverend Teacher . Father he hight and he was in the parish ; a Christianly plainness Clothed from his head to his feet the old man of seventy winters . Friendly was he to behold , and glad as the ...
... entered then into the church the Reverend Teacher . Father he hight and he was in the parish ; a Christianly plainness Clothed from his head to his feet the old man of seventy winters . Friendly was he to behold , and glad as the ...
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... entered . III . BENT like a laboring oar , that toils in the surf of the ocean , Bent , but not broken , by age was the form of the notary public ; Shocks of yellow hair , like the silken floss of the maize , hung Over his shoulders ...
... entered . III . BENT like a laboring oar , that toils in the surf of the ocean , Bent , but not broken , by age was the form of the notary public ; Shocks of yellow hair , like the silken floss of the maize , hung Over his shoulders ...
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... entered the door of her chamber . Simple that chamber was , with its curtains of white , and its clothes - press Ample and high , on whose spacious shelves were carefully folded Linen and woollen stuffs , by the hand of Evangeline woven ...
... entered the door of her chamber . Simple that chamber was , with its curtains of white , and its clothes - press Ample and high , on whose spacious shelves were carefully folded Linen and woollen stuffs , by the hand of Evangeline woven ...
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... Entered the sacred portal . With loud and dissonant clangor Echoed the sound of their brazen drums from ceiling and casement , Echoed a moment only , and slowly the ponderous portal Closed , and in silence the crowd awaited the will of ...
... Entered the sacred portal . With loud and dissonant clangor Echoed the sound of their brazen drums from ceiling and casement , Echoed a moment only , and slowly the ponderous portal Closed , and in silence the crowd awaited the will of ...
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Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold beneath birds breath brooklet Chibiabos Chispa cloud cried Dacotahs dark dead death door dreams earth EPIMETHEUS Evangeline eyes face fair father feet fire flowers forest gazed Gitche Gumee gleam golden Grand-Pré guests Gypsy hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light listen look loud maiden meadow mighty Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning Mudjekeewis night o'er old Nokomis Osseo passed Pau-Puk-Keewis paused pray prayer Prec river rose round rushing sails Sandalphon sang shadow shining ships Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake Standish stars stood sunshine sweet tale Tharaw thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum wandered waves whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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90 psl. - THE ARROW AND THE SONG. I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end I found again in the heart of a friend.
126 psl. - UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock...
235 psl. - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventyfive ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village...
225 psl. - THE CHILDREN'S HOUR. BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
3 psl. - The Reaper and the Flowers There is a Reaper whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. "Shall I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.
219 psl. - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town ; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still : "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
2 psl. - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
130 psl. - Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build. Truly shape and fashion these ; Leave no yawning gaps between ; Think not, because no man sees, Such things will remain unseen. In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care, Each minute and unseen part ; For the Gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen ; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete, Standing in these walls of Time,...
87 psl. - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
95 psl. - Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows. West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain ; and away to the northward Blomidon...