Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and SchoolCrosby and Nichols, 1855 - 430 psl. |
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... storm is o'er , the tempest past , And mercy's voice has hushed the blast . The wind is heard in whispers low ; The white man far away must go ; But ever in his heart will bear Remembrance of the negro's care . CHORUS . Go , white man ...
... storm is o'er , the tempest past , And mercy's voice has hushed the blast . The wind is heard in whispers low ; The white man far away must go ; But ever in his heart will bear Remembrance of the negro's care . CHORUS . Go , white man ...
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... storm , And turned him o'er and o'er . They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim , They heaved in John Barleycorn , There let him sink or swim . They laid him out upon the floor , To work him further woe , And still , as ...
... storm , And turned him o'er and o'er . They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim , They heaved in John Barleycorn , There let him sink or swim . They laid him out upon the floor , To work him further woe , And still , as ...
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... storm , nor sun , Nor the gentle dew , nor the grinding heel , Has ever subdued or made to feel ! " And soon in the earth she sunk away From the comfortless spot where the Pebble lay . But it was not long ere the soil was broke By the ...
... storm , nor sun , Nor the gentle dew , nor the grinding heel , Has ever subdued or made to feel ! " And soon in the earth she sunk away From the comfortless spot where the Pebble lay . But it was not long ere the soil was broke By the ...
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... storms the like thou need'st not fear The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here . " Rest , little , young one , rest ; thou hast forgot the day When my father found thee first , in places far away ; Many flocks were on ...
... storms the like thou need'st not fear The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here . " Rest , little , young one , rest ; thou hast forgot the day When my father found thee first , in places far away ; Many flocks were on ...
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... storms below , Those under regions of the skies Thy numerous glories show . The noisy winds stand ready there Thy orders to obey , With sounding wings they sweep the air To make thy chariot way . There , like a trumpet , loud and strong ...
... storms below , Those under regions of the skies Thy numerous glories show . The noisy winds stand ready there Thy orders to obey , With sounding wings they sweep the air To make thy chariot way . There , like a trumpet , loud and strong ...
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322 psl. - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
174 psl. - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. " Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. "Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then...
135 psl. - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found, — Freedom to worship God.
135 psl. - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er. When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
320 psl. - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy!
357 psl. - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
410 psl. - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
365 psl. - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
156 psl. - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
113 psl. - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.