Gems of PoetryS. Andrus and son, 1850 - 252 psl. |
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... gazed . Earth's thousand tribes of living things , At Art's command to him are given , The village grows , the city springs , And point their spires of faith to heaven . He rends the oak - and bids it ride , To guard the shores its ...
... gazed . Earth's thousand tribes of living things , At Art's command to him are given , The village grows , the city springs , And point their spires of faith to heaven . He rends the oak - and bids it ride , To guard the shores its ...
58 psl.
... gazed on the sea and waiting ship- But he gazed on them alone ! The fair girl leaned on the stranger's arm , And she wept as one in fear ; But he heeded not the plaintive moan , And the dropping of the tear ; — His eye was fixed on the ...
... gazed on the sea and waiting ship- But he gazed on them alone ! The fair girl leaned on the stranger's arm , And she wept as one in fear ; But he heeded not the plaintive moan , And the dropping of the tear ; — His eye was fixed on the ...
62 psl.
62 THE SPECTRE SHIP OF SALEM . The pale and passing sorrowful Gazed wildly in his face ; - Like one who had been wakened from The silent burial - place . A shudder ran along the crowd- And a holy man knelt there , On the wet sea - sand ...
62 THE SPECTRE SHIP OF SALEM . The pale and passing sorrowful Gazed wildly in his face ; - Like one who had been wakened from The silent burial - place . A shudder ran along the crowd- And a holy man knelt there , On the wet sea - sand ...
63 psl.
... gazed , And his pallid lips moved not ; But when his deep cold eye he raised , His glory was forgot ; And the heated tears came down like rain , As the buried years swept back again— He wept aloud ! He who had tearless rode the storm Of ...
... gazed , And his pallid lips moved not ; But when his deep cold eye he raised , His glory was forgot ; And the heated tears came down like rain , As the buried years swept back again— He wept aloud ! He who had tearless rode the storm Of ...
72 psl.
... gazed earnestly Up the wide street along whose paved way A mourning throng wound slowly . They came on , Bearing a body heavily on its bier , And by the throng that in the burning heat Walked with forgetful sadness - ' t was of one ...
... gazed earnestly Up the wide street along whose paved way A mourning throng wound slowly . They came on , Bearing a body heavily on its bier , And by the throng that in the burning heat Walked with forgetful sadness - ' t was of one ...
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ALARIC Alloway Kirk beams beauty beneath bird blessed bloom blue bowers brave breast breath breeze bright brow burning cheek clouds cold dark dead death deep didst dreams earth fading fair flowers gale gathered gaze gentle gleam glory glow gone grave green hath hear heart heaven hills holy hope hour leaf light linger lips lonely look lyre memory Mermaid's hair mighty morning mountain mourn N. P. WILLIS never night o'er ocean pale PARK BENJAMIN PILGRIM FATHERS pinions poet's power of melody R. H. DANA roll rose round Scots wha hae sea-bird shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul spirit stars stood storm stream sweet tears tempest THANATOPSIS thee thine thou art thou wert thoughts throne thunder thundering bands thy dreaming torrent streaming tread voice wake wandering waves wild wind wing withered youth
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93 psl. - TO A WATERFOWL Whither, 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.
95 psl. - There is a Power whose care teaches thy way along that pathless coast, the desert and illimitable air — lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, at that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, though the dark night is near.
41 psl. - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
48 psl. - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the...
163 psl. - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice In echoing hearts A sound must long remain ; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers.
42 psl. - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
17 psl. - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
17 psl. - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
19 psl. - That lifts his tossing mane. A moment in the British camp — A moment — and away Back to the pathless forest, Before the peep of day. Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs ; Their hearts are all with Marion, For Marion are their prayers. And lovely ladies greet our band With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer, And tears like those of spring. For them we wear these trusty arms, And lay them down no more Till we have driven the Briton, Forever, from our...
18 psl. - Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near ! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear : When, waking to their tents on fire, They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again...