Poems: Collected and Arranged by the Author, Complete in One VolumeA. Hart, 1852 - 378 psl. |
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... dost pluck The guilty secret ; lips , for ages sealed , Are faithless to the dreadful trust at length , And give it up ; the felon's latest breath Absolves the innocent man who bears his crime ; The slanderer , horror - smitten , and in ...
... dost pluck The guilty secret ; lips , for ages sealed , Are faithless to the dreadful trust at length , And give it up ; the felon's latest breath Absolves the innocent man who bears his crime ; The slanderer , horror - smitten , and in ...
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... dost mark them flushed with hope , As on the threshold of their vast designs Doubtful and loose they stand , and strik'st them down . Alas ! I little thought that the stern power Whose fearful praise I sung , would try me thus Before ...
... dost mark them flushed with hope , As on the threshold of their vast designs Doubtful and loose they stand , and strik'st them down . Alas ! I little thought that the stern power Whose fearful praise I sung , would try me thus Before ...
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... earthward stray , - To her who sits where thou wert laid , And weeps the hours away , Yet almost can her grief forget , To think that thou dost love her yet . " And thou , by one of those still lakes THE INDIAN GIRL'S LAMENT . 71.
... earthward stray , - To her who sits where thou wert laid , And weeps the hours away , Yet almost can her grief forget , To think that thou dost love her yet . " And thou , by one of those still lakes THE INDIAN GIRL'S LAMENT . 71.
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... dost wait and watch to meet My spirit sent to join the blessed , And , wondering what detains my feet From the bright land of rest , Dost seem , in every sound , to hear The rustling of my footsteps near . " ODE FOR AN AGRICULTURAL ...
... dost wait and watch to meet My spirit sent to join the blessed , And , wondering what detains my feet From the bright land of rest , Dost seem , in every sound , to hear The rustling of my footsteps near . " ODE FOR AN AGRICULTURAL ...
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... Dost dimple , leap , and prattle yet ; And sporting with the sands that pave The windings of thy silver wave , And dancing to thy own wild chime , Thou laughest at the lapse of time . The same sweet sounds are in my ea . My early ...
... Dost dimple , leap , and prattle yet ; And sporting with the sands that pave The windings of thy silver wave , And dancing to thy own wild chime , Thou laughest at the lapse of time . The same sweet sounds are in my ea . My early ...
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131 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. They, in thy sun, Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot toward heaven. The century-living crow Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and died Among their branches, till, at last, they stood, As now they stand, massy, and tall, and dark, Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold Communion with...
41 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 seen against the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
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 In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist . Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
35 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 quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
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...
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 gentle sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
214 psl. - 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.
132 psl. - ... breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship; — nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly, around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird Passes ; and yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs, Wells softly forth and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of all the good it does.
134 psl. - God ! when thou Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts, or fill With all the waters of the firmament The swift dark whirlwind that uproots...
219 psl. - Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion? Let the mighty mounds That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest crowded with old oaks, Answer. A race, that long has passed away, Built them; — a disciplined and populous race Heaped, with long toil, the earth, while yet the Greek Was hewing the Pentelicus to forms Of symmetry, and rearing on its rock The glittering Parthenon.