The American Common-place Book of Poetry: With Occasional Notes |
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... Hour of Prayer . Song . Solitude . Bishop Ravenscroft . The Life of God in the Soul of Man . To Pneuma . To a Star . Thanatopsis . Sacred Melody . The Graves of the Patriots . To Laura , two Years of Age . Funeral Hymn . " The dead ...
... Hour of Prayer . Song . Solitude . Bishop Ravenscroft . The Life of God in the Soul of Man . To Pneuma . To a Star . Thanatopsis . Sacred Melody . The Graves of the Patriots . To Laura , two Years of Age . Funeral Hymn . " The dead ...
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... 309 N. P. Willis . 310 N. P. Willis . 310 Autumn . The Treasure that waxeth not old . Alexander H. Everett . 314 Anonymous . 315 D. Huntingdon . 316 R. H. Dana . 318 it rung the Hour of Twelve . Hymn to the 12 TABLE OF CONTENTS .
... 309 N. P. Willis . 310 N. P. Willis . 310 Autumn . The Treasure that waxeth not old . Alexander H. Everett . 314 Anonymous . 315 D. Huntingdon . 316 R. H. Dana . 318 it rung the Hour of Twelve . Hymn to the 12 TABLE OF CONTENTS .
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... Hour of Twelve . Hymn to the North Star . Connecticut . From an unpublished Poem . The Rising Moon . America to Great Britain . The Night - flowering Cereus . God is Good . Manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles . The Dying Child . To ...
... Hour of Twelve . Hymn to the North Star . Connecticut . From an unpublished Poem . The Rising Moon . America to Great Britain . The Night - flowering Cereus . God is Good . Manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles . The Dying Child . To ...
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... hours To take their swift and everlasting flight ; Wake , ere the earth - born charm unnerve thee quite , And be thy thoughts to work divine addressed ; Do something - do it soon - with all thy might ; An angel's wing would droop if ...
... hours To take their swift and everlasting flight ; Wake , ere the earth - born charm unnerve thee quite , And be thy thoughts to work divine addressed ; Do something - do it soon - with all thy might ; An angel's wing would droop if ...
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... hours , Thy hands unsparing and unwearied sow , Shall deck thy grave with amaranthine flowers , And yield thee fruits divine in heaven's immortal bowers . Inscription for the Entrance into a Wood . - Bryant STRANGER , if thou hast ...
... hours , Thy hands unsparing and unwearied sow , Shall deck thy grave with amaranthine flowers , And yield thee fruits divine in heaven's immortal bowers . Inscription for the Entrance into a Wood . - Bryant STRANGER , if thou hast ...
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Page 135 - 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.
Page 240 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Page 149 - 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 58 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band: "Strike ! till the last armed foe expires ! Strike ! for your altars and your fires ! Strike ! for the green graves of your sires ; God, and your native land...
Page 136 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Page 218 - 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 136 - 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 favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 36 - In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forests cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief : Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Page 136 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Page 94 - 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.