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... loneliness . Should Hagar weep ? May slighted woman turn , And , as a vine the oak hath shaken off , Bend lightly to her tendencies again ? O no ! by all her loveliness , by all That makes life poetry and beauty , no ! Make her a slave ...
... loneliness . Should Hagar weep ? May slighted woman turn , And , as a vine the oak hath shaken off , Bend lightly to her tendencies again ? O no ! by all her loveliness , by all That makes life poetry and beauty , no ! Make her a slave ...
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... lonely birds , Of those that in this northern clime remain Throughout the year , and in the dawn of spring , At pleasant noon , from their unknown retreat , Come suddenly to view with lively notes , Or those that soonest to this clime ...
... lonely birds , Of those that in this northern clime remain Throughout the year , and in the dawn of spring , At pleasant noon , from their unknown retreat , Come suddenly to view with lively notes , Or those that soonest to this clime ...
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... lonely snipe , O'er marshy fields , high in the dusky air , Invisible , but , with faint , tremulous tones , Hovering or playing o'er the listener's head ; - And , in mid - air , the sportive night - hawk , seen Flying awhile at random ...
... lonely snipe , O'er marshy fields , high in the dusky air , Invisible , but , with faint , tremulous tones , Hovering or playing o'er the listener's head ; - And , in mid - air , the sportive night - hawk , seen Flying awhile at random ...
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... lonely traveller treads the deep.- I see an ice - bound coast , toward which she steers With such a tardy movement , that it seems Stern Winter's hand hath turned her keel to stone , And sealed his victory on her slippery shrouds.— They ...
... lonely traveller treads the deep.- I see an ice - bound coast , toward which she steers With such a tardy movement , that it seems Stern Winter's hand hath turned her keel to stone , And sealed his victory on her slippery shrouds.— They ...
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... loneliness Sank down into their bosoms ? -No ! they turn Back to their dreary , famished huts , and pray ! - Pray , and the ills that haunt this transient life Fade into air . - Up in each girded breast There sprang a rooted and ...
... loneliness Sank down into their bosoms ? -No ! they turn Back to their dreary , famished huts , and pray ! - Pray , and the ills that haunt this transient life Fade into air . - Up in each girded breast There sprang a rooted and ...
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Page 35 - The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-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 sunflower by the ' brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear, cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen.
Page 140 - To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share and treads upon : the oak Shall send his roots abroad and pierce thy mould.
Page 140 - Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom...
Page 153 - Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised ? Let me, at least, Here, in the shadow of this aged wood, Offer one hymn — thrice happy, if it find Acceptance in His ear. Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof.
Page 54 - 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 55 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath 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 141 - 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...
Page 268 - God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast...
Page 196 - 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 153 - 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.