Poems, Band 1D. Appleton, 1855 |
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... blue arch , Sparkle the crowd of stars , when day is done , Less brightly ? when the dew - lipped Spring comes on , Breathes she with airs less soft , or scents the sky With flowers less fair than when her reign be- gun ? Does prodigal ...
... blue arch , Sparkle the crowd of stars , when day is done , Less brightly ? when the dew - lipped Spring comes on , Breathes she with airs less soft , or scents the sky With flowers less fair than when her reign be- gun ? Does prodigal ...
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... the bounding deer Fled at the glancing plume , and the gaunt wolf yelled near , XXVIII . And where his willing waves yon bright blue bay Sends up , to kiss his decorated brim , And cradles , in his soft embrace , the gay THE AGES . 19.
... the bounding deer Fled at the glancing plume , and the gaunt wolf yelled near , XXVIII . And where his willing waves yon bright blue bay Sends up , to kiss his decorated brim , And cradles , in his soft embrace , the gay THE AGES . 19.
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... blue sheet that flashed with many an oar , Where the brown otter plunged him from the brake , And the deer drank : as the light gale flew o'er , The twinkling maize - field rustled on the shore ; And while that spot , so wild , and lone ...
... blue sheet that flashed with many an oar , Where the brown otter plunged him from the brake , And the deer drank : as the light gale flew o'er , The twinkling maize - field rustled on the shore ; And while that spot , so wild , and lone ...
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... blue , And ever , by their lake , lay moored the bark canoe . XXXII . Look now abroad - another race has filled These populous borders - wide the wood recedes , And towns shoot up , and fertile realms are tilled ; The land is full of ...
... blue , And ever , by their lake , lay moored the bark canoe . XXXII . Look now abroad - another race has filled These populous borders - wide the wood recedes , And towns shoot up , and fertile realms are tilled ; The land is full of ...
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... blue - bird's warble know , The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from the last year's leaves below . Ere russet fields their green resume , Sweet flower , I love , in forest bare , To meet thee , when thy faint perfume Alone is in the ...
... blue - bird's warble know , The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from the last year's leaves below . Ere russet fields their green resume , Sweet flower , I love , in forest bare , To meet thee , when thy faint perfume Alone is in the ...
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ages amid beauty beneath bird blood bloom blossoms blue blue heavens boughs bower breath bright brook brow calm clouds cold dark Day of Fire death deep dwell earth fair flowers forest fresh gaze gentle glad glen glides glorious glory grave Greece green grew groves hand HARVARD DIVINITY SCHOOL hear heart heaven hills hour land leaves light little hour look maid maiden maize Maquon mighty mossy mould mountain murmur night o'er pass path peace Peru pleasant quiet race rest rill Rizpah rocks round scene shade shine shrubs sight silent skies smile soft song sonnets sound spirit Stockbridge stream summer sunny sweet swell tears thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast Thou shalt trees tribes vale voice wander warrior ween weep wild WILLIAM TELL wind-flower winds wings woods young youth
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Seite 25 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Seite 39 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 29 - 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. As the long train Of ages...
Seite 41 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has 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.
Seite 42 - WHEN breezes are soft and skies are fair, I steal an hour from study and care, And hie me away to the woodland scene, Where wanders the stream with waters of green, As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink Had given their stain to the wave they drink ; And they, whose meadows it murmurs through, Have named the stream from its own fair hue.
Seite 62 - There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night ; And grief may bide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.
Seite 117 - Feel the too potent fervors : the tall maize Rolls up its long, green leaves ; the clover droops Its tender foliage, and declines its blooms. But far in the fierce sunshine tower the hills, With all their growth of woods, silent and stern, As if the scorching heat and dazzling light Were but an element they loved.
Seite 34 - Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares, To tire thee of it — enter this wild wood And view the haunts of Nature. The calm shade Shall bring a kindred calm, and the sweet breeze That makes the green leaves dance shall waft a balm To thy sick heart. Thou wilt find nothing here Of all that pained thee in the haunts of men, And made thee loathe thy life.
Seite 25 - And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Seite 171 - 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, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.