Poems: Collected and Arranged by the Author, Complete in One VolumeA. Hart, 1852 - 378 psl. |
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... wild wood And view the haunts of Nature . The calm shade Shall bring a kindred calm , and the sweet breeze That makes the green leaves dance , shall waft a balm To thy sick heart . Thou wilt find nothing here Of all that pained thee in ...
... wild wood And view the haunts of Nature . The calm shade Shall bring a kindred calm , and the sweet breeze That makes the green leaves dance , shall waft a balm To thy sick heart . Thou wilt find nothing here Of all that pained thee in ...
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... wild - flower seems to enjoy Existence , than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets . The massy rocks themselves , And the old and ponderous trunks of prostrate trees That lead from knoll to knoll a causey rude Or bridge the sunken ...
... wild - flower seems to enjoy Existence , than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets . The massy rocks themselves , And the old and ponderous trunks of prostrate trees That lead from knoll to knoll a causey rude Or bridge the sunken ...
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... wild bees ' hum ; The flowers of summer are fairest there , And freshest the breath of the summer air ; And sweetest the golden autumn day In silence and sunshine glides away . Yet fair as thou art , thou shunnest to glide , Beautiful ...
... wild bees ' hum ; The flowers of summer are fairest there , And freshest the breath of the summer air ; And sweetest the golden autumn day In silence and sunshine glides away . Yet fair as thou art , thou shunnest to glide , Beautiful ...
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... wild solitudes , Yet beautiful as wild , were trod by me Oftener than now ; and when the ills of life Had chafed my spirit - when the unsteady pulse Beat with strange flutterings - I would wander forth And seek the woods . The sunshine ...
... wild solitudes , Yet beautiful as wild , were trod by me Oftener than now ; and when the ills of life Had chafed my spirit - when the unsteady pulse Beat with strange flutterings - I would wander forth And seek the woods . The sunshine ...
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... wild chime , Thou laughest at the lapse of time . The same sweet sounds are in my ea . My early childhood loved to hear ; As pure thy limpid waters run , As bright they sparkle to the sun ; As fresh and thick the bending ranks Of herbs ...
... wild chime , Thou laughest at the lapse of time . The same sweet sounds are in my ea . My early childhood loved to hear ; As pure thy limpid waters run , As bright they sparkle to the sun ; As fresh and thick the bending ranks Of herbs ...
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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.