Poems, 1 tomasD. Appleton, 1855 - 264 psl. |
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27 psl.
... mighty sepulchre . The hills Rock - ribbed and ancient as the sun ; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods ; rivers that move In majesty , and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and ...
... mighty sepulchre . The hills Rock - ribbed and ancient as the sun ; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods ; rivers that move In majesty , and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and ...
73 psl.
... mighty realm— Thou , while his head is loftiest and his heart Blasphemes , imagining his own right hand Almighty , thou dost set thy sudden grasp Upon him , and the links of that strong chain Which bound mankind are crumbled ; thou dost ...
... mighty realm— Thou , while his head is loftiest and his heart Blasphemes , imagining his own right hand Almighty , thou dost set thy sudden grasp Upon him , and the links of that strong chain Which bound mankind are crumbled ; thou dost ...
74 psl.
... mighty of the olden time , Nimrod , Sesostris , or the youth who feigned His birth from Libyan Ammon , smitten yet The nations with a rod of iron , and driven The chariot o'er our necks . Thou dost avenge , In thy good time , the wrongs ...
... mighty of the olden time , Nimrod , Sesostris , or the youth who feigned His birth from Libyan Ammon , smitten yet The nations with a rod of iron , and driven The chariot o'er our necks . Thou dost avenge , In thy good time , the wrongs ...
128 psl.
... mighty God , yet shall thy frown look forth Unveiled , and terribly shall shake the earth . Then the foul power of priestly sin and all Its long - upheld idolatries shall fall . Thou shalt raise up the trampled and oppressed , And thy ...
... mighty God , yet shall thy frown look forth Unveiled , and terribly shall shake the earth . Then the foul power of priestly sin and all Its long - upheld idolatries shall fall . Thou shalt raise up the trampled and oppressed , And thy ...
130 psl.
... mighty wall Built by the hand that fashioned the old world , To separate its nations , and thrown down When the flood drowned them . To the north a path Conducts you up the narrow battlement . Steep is the western side , shaggy and wild ...
... mighty wall Built by the hand that fashioned the old world , To separate its nations , and thrown down When the flood drowned them . To the north a path Conducts you up the narrow battlement . Steep is the western side , shaggy and wild ...
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25 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.
28 psl. - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
39 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 ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
207 psl. - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
29 psl. - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee. As the long train Of ages...
41 psl. - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
173 psl. - Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees.
106 psl. - Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month ! in praise of thee ; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands again, The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring. And, in thy reign of blast and storm, Smiles many a long, bright, sunny day, When the changed winds are soft and warm, And heaven puts on the blue of May.
62 psl. - There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night ; And grief may bide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.
185 psl. - But if, around my place of sleep, The friends I love should come to weep, They might not haste to go. Soft airs, and song, and light, and bloom, Should keep them lingering by my tomb.