Poetical WorksF. Warne, 1878 - 656 psl. |
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... once more ! " 66 And waved their long arms to and fro , And beckoned solemnly and slow ; O , I could not choose but go Into the woodlands hoar , - Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn wood , Solemn and silent everywhere ...
... once more ! " 66 And waved their long arms to and fro , And beckoned solemnly and slow ; O , I could not choose but go Into the woodlands hoar , - Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn wood , Solemn and silent everywhere ...
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... once upon the flower . Visions of childhood ! Stay , O stay ! Ye were so sweet and wild ! And distant voices seemed to say , " It cannot be ! They pass away ! Other themes demand thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song ...
... once upon the flower . Visions of childhood ! Stay , O stay ! Ye were so sweet and wild ! And distant voices seemed to say , " It cannot be ! They pass away ! Other themes demand thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song ...
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... once a child . " They shall all bloom in fields of light , Transplanted by my care , And saints , upon their garments white , These sacred blossoms wear . " And the mother gave , in tears and pain , The flowers she most did love ; She ...
... once a child . " They shall all bloom in fields of light , Transplanted by my care , And saints , upon their garments white , These sacred blossoms wear . " And the mother gave , in tears and pain , The flowers she most did love ; She ...
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... once more ; He , the young and strong , who cherished Noble longings for the strife , By the roadside fell and perished , Weary with the march of life ! They , the holy ones and weakly , Who the cross of suffering bore , Folded their ...
... once more ; He , the young and strong , who cherished Noble longings for the strife , By the roadside fell and perished , Weary with the march of life ! They , the holy ones and weakly , Who the cross of suffering bore , Folded their ...
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... once was bright ! Eternal Sun ! the warmth which thou hast given , Yet , in the hoary winter of my days , Forever green shall be my trust in Heaven . Celestial King ! O let thy presence pass Before my spirit , and an image fair Shall ...
... once was bright ! Eternal Sun ! the warmth which thou hast given , Yet , in the hoary winter of my days , Forever green shall be my trust in Heaven . Celestial King ! O let thy presence pass Before my spirit , and an image fair Shall ...
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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...