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... , before she had received Instruction . She was afraid of the Sun , Moon , and Stars , The Land of the Blest . Hillhouse . 214 • IV . O. B. Peabody . 215 " I went and washed , and I received sight 10 TABLE OF CONTENTS .
... , before she had received Instruction . She was afraid of the Sun , Moon , and Stars , The Land of the Blest . Hillhouse . 214 • IV . O. B. Peabody . 215 " I went and washed , and I received sight 10 TABLE OF CONTENTS .
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... Land - My native Place .. Louisa P. Smith . 233 Washington Allston . 233 · Bryant . 239 F. G. Halleck . 240 Christian Examiner . 240 • R. H. Dana . 241 Bryant . 244 Idle Man . 246 R. H. Dana 247 D. Huangton . 248 Anonymous . 249 Edward ...
... Land - My native Place .. Louisa P. Smith . 233 Washington Allston . 233 · Bryant . 239 F. G. Halleck . 240 Christian Examiner . 240 • R. H. Dana . 241 Bryant . 244 Idle Man . 246 R. H. Dana 247 D. Huangton . 248 Anonymous . 249 Edward ...
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... land of Egypt , the deep Nile , How prayed I that my father's land might be An heritage for thee ! 3 * And now the grave for its cold breast hath won COMMON - PLACE BOOK OF POETRY . 29.
... land of Egypt , the deep Nile , How prayed I that my father's land might be An heritage for thee ! 3 * And now the grave for its cold breast hath won COMMON - PLACE BOOK OF POETRY . 29.
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... are stern : Earth sends , from all her thousand isles , A song at their return ; The glory that comes down from thee Bathes in deep joy the land and sea . The sun , the gorgeous sun , is thine , 36 COMMON - PLACE BOOK OF POETRY .. Bryant.
... are stern : Earth sends , from all her thousand isles , A song at their return ; The glory that comes down from thee Bathes in deep joy the land and sea . The sun , the gorgeous sun , is thine , 36 COMMON - PLACE BOOK OF POETRY .. Bryant.
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... land . And they are fair : a charm is theirs , That earth - the proud , green earth - has not , With all the hues , and forms , and airs , That haunt her sweetest spot . We gaze upon thy calm , pure sphere , And read of heaven's eternal ...
... land . And they are fair : a charm is theirs , That earth - the proud , green earth - has not , With all the hues , and forms , and airs , That haunt her sweetest spot . We gaze upon thy calm , pure sphere , And read of heaven's eternal ...
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Absalom beams beauty bend beneath bird blessed bloom blue bosom breast breath breeze bright brow calm CARLOS WILCOX clouds cold dark dead death deep dreams dwell earth eternal fair Father fear feel flowers gathering band gaze gentle glorious glory glow golden golden sun gone grave green Hadad hand hast hath hear heart heaven hills holy hour leaves light lips living lonely look lyre morning mountain Nath night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pale peace praise prayer pure rest roll round Rudbari Samuel F. B. Morse 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 waves dance weary weep white-thorn wild winds wings woods youth
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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.