Poems, 1 tomasD. Appleton, 1855 - 264 psl. |
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... pure keen air abroad , Albeit it breathed no scent of herb , nor heard Love - call of bird nor merry hum of bee , Was not the air of death . Bright mosses crept Over the spotted trunks , and the close buds , That lay along the boughs ...
... pure keen air abroad , Albeit it breathed no scent of herb , nor heard Love - call of bird nor merry hum of bee , Was not the air of death . Bright mosses crept Over the spotted trunks , and the close buds , That lay along the boughs ...
50 psl.
... pure crystal ; each light spray , Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven , Is studded with its trembling water - drops , That glimmer with an amethystine light . But round the parent stem the long low boughs Bend , in a glittering ...
... pure crystal ; each light spray , Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven , Is studded with its trembling water - drops , That glimmer with an amethystine light . But round the parent stem the long low boughs Bend , in a glittering ...
51 psl.
... pure beam That dwells in them . Or haply the vast hall Of fairy palace , that outlasts the night , And fades not in the glory of the sun ; — Where crystal columns send forth slender shafts And crossing arches ; and fantastic aisles Wind ...
... pure beam That dwells in them . Or haply the vast hall Of fairy palace , that outlasts the night , And fades not in the glory of the sun ; — Where crystal columns send forth slender shafts And crossing arches ; and fantastic aisles Wind ...
52 psl.
... pure lymph , That from the wounded trees , in twinkling drops , Falls , mid the golden brightness of the morn , Is gathered in with brimming pails , and oft , Wielded by sturdy hands , the stroke of axe Makes the woods ring . Along the ...
... pure lymph , That from the wounded trees , in twinkling drops , Falls , mid the golden brightness of the morn , Is gathered in with brimming pails , and oft , Wielded by sturdy hands , the stroke of axe Makes the woods ring . Along the ...
64 psl.
... pure spirit comes again . Though nameless , trampled , and forgot , His servant's humble ashes lie , Yet God has marked and sealed the spot , To call its inmate to the sky . A WALK AT SUNSET . WHEN insect wings are glistening 64 POEMS .
... pure spirit comes again . Though nameless , trampled , and forgot , His servant's humble ashes lie , Yet God has marked and sealed the spot , To call its inmate to the sky . A WALK AT SUNSET . WHEN insect wings are glistening 64 POEMS .
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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.