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... Night at Corinth , 126 A Calm Night at Lake Geneva , 127 A Storm at the same Lake , 128 Modern Greece , 185 Homer and Milton , 186 Impolicy of Intolerance ,. X MARY TIGHE , ANNE HUNTER , Biographical Sketch , 134 Love must be Fondly ...
... Night at Corinth , 126 A Calm Night at Lake Geneva , 127 A Storm at the same Lake , 128 Modern Greece , 185 Homer and Milton , 186 Impolicy of Intolerance ,. X MARY TIGHE , ANNE HUNTER , Biographical Sketch , 134 Love must be Fondly ...
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... Night , 588 The Grinder , 529 The Grave , 589 Apostrophe to Futurity , 530 The Field is the World , 592 A Poet's Prayer , 530 The Common Lot , 592 Aspirations of Youth , 593 FRANCIS JEFFREY , Prayer , 594 Biographical Sketch , 531 ...
... Night , 588 The Grinder , 529 The Grave , 589 Apostrophe to Futurity , 530 The Field is the World , 592 A Poet's Prayer , 530 The Common Lot , 592 Aspirations of Youth , 593 FRANCIS JEFFREY , Prayer , 594 Biographical Sketch , 531 ...
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... night ; Thee the proud Sultan's beauteous train , By eunuchs guarded , weep in vain , Tearing the roses from their locks ; And Guinea's captive kings lament , By Christian lords to labor sent , Whipt like the dull , unfeeling ox ...
... night ; Thee the proud Sultan's beauteous train , By eunuchs guarded , weep in vain , Tearing the roses from their locks ; And Guinea's captive kings lament , By Christian lords to labor sent , Whipt like the dull , unfeeling ox ...
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... night , When Cynthia lends her sober light , Do thou my walk attend ! To thee alone my conscious heart Its tender sorrow dares impart , And ease my lab'ring breast ; To thee I trust the rising sigh , And bid the tear that swells my eye ...
... night , When Cynthia lends her sober light , Do thou my walk attend ! To thee alone my conscious heart Its tender sorrow dares impart , And ease my lab'ring breast ; To thee I trust the rising sigh , And bid the tear that swells my eye ...
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... night brings death - like sleep , and morning seems a resurrection ; yet while all changes and decays , we expect no alteration ; unapt to live , unready to die , we lose the present and seek the future , ask much for what we have not ...
... night brings death - like sleep , and morning seems a resurrection ; yet while all changes and decays , we expect no alteration ; unapt to live , unready to die , we lose the present and seek the future , ask much for what we have not ...
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Page 174 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 201 - BRIGHTEST and best of the Sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid!
Page 467 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 468 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Page 468 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
Page 329 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon?
Page 437 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Page 176 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 365 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 468 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures