PoemsCarey and Hart, 1847 - 376 Seiten |
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... sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast , — The desert and illimitable air , - Lone wandering , but not lost . 41 All day thy wings have fanned , At that far D 2.
... sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast , — The desert and illimitable air , - Lone wandering , but not lost . 41 All day thy wings have fanned , At that far D 2.
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... wandering through groves of bloom Detach the delicate blossom from the tree . Close thy sweet eyes , calmly , and without pain ; And we will trust in God to see thee yet again . AN INDIAN STORY . " I KNOW where the timid.
... wandering through groves of bloom Detach the delicate blossom from the tree . Close thy sweet eyes , calmly , and without pain ; And we will trust in God to see thee yet again . AN INDIAN STORY . " I KNOW where the timid.
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... wandering long ; How thrilled my young veins , and how throbbed my full bosom , When o'er me descended the spirit of song . ' Mong the deep - cloven fells that for ages had listened To the rush of the pebble - paved river between ...
... wandering long ; How thrilled my young veins , and how throbbed my full bosom , When o'er me descended the spirit of song . ' Mong the deep - cloven fells that for ages had listened To the rush of the pebble - paved river between ...
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... rows of cherry - trees on either hand , Went wandering all that fertile region o'er- Rogue's Island once - but when the rogues were dead , Rhode Island was the name it took instead . Beautiful island ! then it only seemed A lovely stranger.
... rows of cherry - trees on either hand , Went wandering all that fertile region o'er- Rogue's Island once - but when the rogues were dead , Rhode Island was the name it took instead . Beautiful island ! then it only seemed A lovely stranger.
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... wandering eye Sees faintly , in the evening blaze , That glimmering curve of tender rays Just planted in the sky . The sight of that young crescent brings Thoughts of all fair and youthful things- The hopes of early years ; And ...
... wandering eye Sees faintly , in the evening blaze , That glimmering curve of tender rays Just planted in the sky . The sight of that young crescent brings Thoughts of all fair and youthful things- The hopes of early years ; And ...
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amid beauty behold beneath bird bloom blossoms blue boughs breath bright brook brow BURIAL-PLACE calm chipping sparrow clouds dark day-dawn dead death deep deer dwell earth ENGRAVED eyes fair flowers forest gathered gaze gentle glad glen glide glorious glory grass grave Greece green GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS GREEN RIVER groves gushing hand hear heart heaven hills hour HUMPHRYS HYMN Indian insect wings land leaves light look lovers walk maid maiden maize Maquon mighty mighty heart morning murmur night o'er pass PITCAIRN'S ISLAND pleasant rill rivulet Rizpah rocks round savannas shade shine shore sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sound spirit spring stream summer sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast Thou shalt trees tribes tulip-tree vale voice wandering watch waters weep wild William Cullen Bryant wind wind-flower woods youth
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Seite 37 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Seite 29 - 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. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Seite 31 - 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, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Seite 28 - 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 gentle sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Seite 303 - For with thy side shall dwell, at last, The victory of endurance born. Truth; crushed to earth, shall rise again ; The eternal years of God are hers ; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers. Yea, though thou lie upon the dust, When they who helped thee flee in fear. Die full of hope and manly trust, Like those who fell in battle here. Another hand thy sword shall wield, Another hand the standard wave, Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed The blast of triumph o'er thy...
Seite 136 - There, through the long, long summer hours, The golden light should lie, And thick young herbs and groups of flowers Stand in their beauty by. The oriole should build and tell His love-tale, close beside my cell ; The idle butterfly Should rest him there, and there be heard The housewife bee and humming bird.
Seite 130 - God ! when thou Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts, or fill With all the waters of the firmament The swift dark whirlwind that uproots...
Seite 200 - I would that thus, when I shall see The hour of death draw near to me, Hope, blossoming within my heart, May look to heaven as I depart.
Seite 194 - Love, that midst grief began, And grew with years, and faltered not in death. Full many a mighty name Lurks in thy depths, unuttered, unrevered ; With thee are silent fame, Forgotten arts, and wisdom disappeared.
Seite 30 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, 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.