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... dreams . 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 ...
... dreams . 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 ...
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... dream . Ay , flame thy fiercest , sun : thou canst not wake , In this pure air , the plague that walks unseen ; The maize leaf and the maple bough but take From thy fierce heats a deeper , glossier green ; The mountain wind , that ...
... dream . Ay , flame thy fiercest , sun : thou canst not wake , In this pure air , the plague that walks unseen ; The maize leaf and the maple bough but take From thy fierce heats a deeper , glossier green ; The mountain wind , that ...
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... dream ; For in thy lonely and lovely stream , An image of that calm life appears That won my heart in my greener years . THE YELLOW VIOLET . WHEN beechen buds begin to swell , And woods the blue bird's warble know , The yellow violet's ...
... dream ; For in thy lonely and lovely stream , An image of that calm life appears That won my heart in my greener years . THE YELLOW VIOLET . WHEN beechen buds begin to swell , And woods the blue bird's warble know , The yellow violet's ...
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... a charm . With uncheer'd grief her heart is worn.- Thou wilt not do her harm ! He looks out on the sea that sleeps in light , And growls an oath " It is too still to - night ! He sleeps ; but dreams of massy gold , And 52 DANA .
... a charm . With uncheer'd grief her heart is worn.- Thou wilt not do her harm ! He looks out on the sea that sleeps in light , And growls an oath " It is too still to - night ! He sleeps ; but dreams of massy gold , And 52 DANA .
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With Some Introductory Remarks. He sleeps ; but dreams of massy gold , And heaps of pearl . He stretch'd his hands ... dream Matt's purpose shake ? The gold will make all whole . Thy merchant's trade has nigh unmann'd thee , lad ! What ...
With Some Introductory Remarks. He sleeps ; but dreams of massy gold , And heaps of pearl . He stretch'd his hands ... dream Matt's purpose shake ? The gold will make all whole . Thy merchant's trade has nigh unmann'd thee , lad ! What ...
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Page 8 - 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.
Page 4 - 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.
Page 200 - Bozzaris ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's — One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
Page 275 - How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
Page 274 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew!
Page 38 - WHEN breezes are soft and skies are fair, I steal an hour from study and care, And hie me away to the woodland scene, Where wanders the stream with waters of green, As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink Had given their stain to the wave they drink; And they, whose meadows it murmurs through, Have named the stream from its own fair hue.
Page 88 - The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own; And when the ship from his fury flies.
Page 11 - March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies , I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies 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.
Page 153 - From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer — The incense of the heart — may rise To Heaven, and find acceptance there.
Page 7 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, 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.