PoemsCarey and Hart, 1852 - 371 psl. |
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... gone by , - When lived the honoured sage whose death we wept , And the soft virtues beamed from many an eye , And beat in many a heart that long has slept , Like spots of earth where angel - feet have stepped- B 2 17 POEMS The Ages ...
... gone by , - When lived the honoured sage whose death we wept , And the soft virtues beamed from many an eye , And beat in many a heart that long has slept , Like spots of earth where angel - feet have stepped- B 2 17 POEMS The Ages ...
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... 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 . As the long train Of ages ...
... 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 . As the long train Of ages ...
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... gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet , on my heart Deeply hath 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 ...
... gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet , on my heart Deeply hath 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 ...
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... wars ; green sod and silver brook Took the first stain of blood ; before thy face The warrior generations came and passed , And glory was laid up for many an age to last . Now they are gone , gone as thy setting blaze 60 POEMS .
... wars ; green sod and silver brook Took the first stain of blood ; before thy face The warrior generations came and passed , And glory was laid up for many an age to last . Now they are gone , gone as thy setting blaze 60 POEMS .
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William Cullen Bryant. Now they are gone , gone as thy setting blaze Goes down the west , while night is pressing on , And with them the old tale of better days , And trophies of remembered power , are gone . Yon field that gives the ...
William Cullen Bryant. Now they are gone , gone as thy setting blaze Goes down the west , while night is pressing on , And with them the old tale of better days , And trophies of remembered power , are gone . Yon field that gives the ...
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ages amid beam beauty beneath birds blood bloom blossoms blue boughs bower breath bright bright land brook brow calm clouds cold dark day-dawn dead Deadly assassin death deep deer dwell earth fair flowers forest fresh gaze gentle glad glen glide glorious glory grass grave Greece green groves hand hear heart heaven hills hour hundred lovers hymn insect wings land leaves light look lovely stream maid maiden maize Maquon mighty mingled mountain murmur night o'er pass path pleasant race red deer rest rill Rizpah rocks round rustling savannas scene shade shine sight silent skies smile soft song sound sparkles of light spirit spring stream summer sweet swell tears thee thine thou art thou dost Thou shalt thousand cheerful trees tribes vale voice wandering watch weep wild wind wind-flower wings woods youth youthful voices
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41 psl. - 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.
34 psl. - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those who in their turn shall follow them.
32 psl. - Of the stern agony and shroud and pall And breathless darkness and the narrow house Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart, Go forth under the open sky and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around Earth and her waters and the depths of air Comes a still voice...
214 psl. - Thou waitest late, and com'st alone, When woods are bare, and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged Year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue blue as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
153 psl. - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
153 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.
32 psl. - Earth and her waters, and the depths of air Comes a still voice. Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more...
32 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.
207 psl. - God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the...
34 psl. - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods 'Where rolls the Oregon and hears no sound Save his own dashings yet the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep the dead reign there alone.