The American Common-place Book of Poetry: With Occasional Notes |
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... Rose and the Laurel . · A Castle in the Air . The Consumptive . Lines to the Western Mummy . Song . The Life of the Blessed . From the Spanish . The Sunday School . • " They went out into the Mount of Olives . " The Lily . The Last ...
... Rose and the Laurel . · A Castle in the Air . The Consumptive . Lines to the Western Mummy . Song . The Life of the Blessed . From the Spanish . The Sunday School . • " They went out into the Mount of Olives . " The Lily . The Last ...
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... rose is wrapt in many a fold Close to its heart , the worm is wasting there Its life and beauty ; not when , all unrolled , Leaf after leaf , its bosom , rich and fair , Breathes freely its perfumes throughout the ambient air . Wake ...
... rose is wrapt in many a fold Close to its heart , the worm is wasting there Its life and beauty ; not when , all unrolled , Leaf after leaf , its bosom , rich and fair , Breathes freely its perfumes throughout the ambient air . Wake ...
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... rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow ; But on the hill the golden - rod , and the aster in the wood , And the yellow sun - flower by the brook in autumn beauty stood , Till fell the frost from the clear , cold heaven , as falls ...
... rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow ; But on the hill the golden - rod , and the aster in the wood , And the yellow sun - flower by the brook in autumn beauty stood , Till fell the frost from the clear , cold heaven , as falls ...
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... rose Full as the harmony of winds to heaven ; Yet sweet as nature's springtide melodies To some worn pilgrim , first , with glistening eyes , Greeting his native valley , whence the sounds Of rural gladness , herds , and bleating flocks ...
... rose Full as the harmony of winds to heaven ; Yet sweet as nature's springtide melodies To some worn pilgrim , first , with glistening eyes , Greeting his native valley , whence the sounds Of rural gladness , herds , and bleating flocks ...
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... rose wreathed and blue , And ever by their lake lay moored the light canoe . Look now abroad - another race has filled These populous borders - wide the wood recedes , And towns shoot up , and fertile realms are tilled ; The land is ...
... rose wreathed and blue , And ever by their lake lay moored the light canoe . Look now abroad - another race has filled These populous borders - wide the wood recedes , And towns shoot up , and fertile realms are tilled ; The land is ...
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Absalom beams beauty beneath bird blessed bloom blue bosom breast breath breeze bright brow calm CARLOS WILCOX clouds cold dark dead death deep dream dwell earth eternal fair Father fear feel flowers gaze gentle glorious glory glow golden golden sun gone grave green Hadad hand hast hath hear heart heaven Helon hills holy hour land leaves light lips living lonely look lyre morning mountain Nath night o'er ocean old oaken bucket orbs pale peace praise prayer pure rest roll round Rudbari Samuel F. B. Morse Sawney Beane scene shade shine shore silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars storm stream sublime sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought thundering bands tomb tread trees Twas Twill vale voice waters waves weary weep white-thorn wild winds wings woods youth
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Page 134 - 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...
Page 52 - 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?
Page 147 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Page 216 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 57 - They fought — like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain ; They conquered — but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won ; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Page 53 - 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.
Page 92 - FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far ; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree, And seem by thy sweet bounty made For those who follow thee.
Page 36 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Page 264 - EVENING WIND Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow; Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray, And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea!
Page 149 - 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 the woods And drowns the villages; when, at thy call, Uprises the great deep and throws himself Upon the continent, and overwhelms Its...