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... morning broke . Light stole upon the clouds With a strange beauty . Earth received again Its garment of a thousand dies ; and leaves , And delicate blossoms , and the painted flowers , And every thing that bendeth to the dew , And ...
... morning broke . Light stole upon the clouds With a strange beauty . Earth received again Its garment of a thousand dies ; and leaves , And delicate blossoms , and the painted flowers , And every thing that bendeth to the dew , And ...
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... been breathed upon . The morning past , and Asia's sun rode up In the clear heaven , and every beam was heat The cattle of the hills were in the shade , And the bright plumage of the Orient lay On beating 28 CHEEVER'S POETS OF AMERica .
... been breathed upon . The morning past , and Asia's sun rode up In the clear heaven , and every beam was heat The cattle of the hills were in the shade , And the bright plumage of the Orient lay On beating 28 CHEEVER'S POETS OF AMERica .
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... horse are fading into air . Lost , mazed , alone , see , Lec is standing there ! The morning air blows fresh on him ; The waves dance gladly in his sight ; The sea - birds call , and wheel , and 34 CHEEVER'S POETS OF AMERICA .
... horse are fading into air . Lost , mazed , alone , see , Lec is standing there ! The morning air blows fresh on him ; The waves dance gladly in his sight ; The sea - birds call , and wheel , and 34 CHEEVER'S POETS OF AMERICA .
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... morning light ! He doth not hear that joyous call ; he sees No beauty in the wave ; he feels no breeze . For he's accurst from all that's good ; He ne'er must know its healing power . The sinner on his sins must brood ; Must wait ...
... morning light ! He doth not hear that joyous call ; he sees No beauty in the wave ; he feels no breeze . For he's accurst from all that's good ; He ne'er must know its healing power . The sinner on his sins must brood ; Must wait ...
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... morning sun , So from the hill the cloudy curtains rolled , And , in the lingering lustre of the eve , Again the Savior and his seraphs shone . Emitted sudden in his rising , flashed Intenser light , as toward the right hand host Mild ...
... morning sun , So from the hill the cloudy curtains rolled , And , in the lingering lustre of the eve , Again the Savior and his seraphs shone . Emitted sudden in his rising , flashed Intenser light , as toward the right hand host Mild ...
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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.