PoemsHarper, 1843 - 276 Seiten |
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... hast my better years , Thou hast my earlier friends - the good - the kind , Yielded to thee with tears- The venerable form - the exalted mind . My spirit yearns to bring The lost ones back — yearns with desire intense , And struggles ...
... hast my better years , Thou hast my earlier friends - the good - the kind , Yielded to thee with tears- The venerable form - the exalted mind . My spirit yearns to bring The lost ones back — yearns with desire intense , And struggles ...
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... hast been out upon the deep at play , Riding all day the wild blue waves till now , Roughening their crests , and scattering high their spray And swelling the white sail . I welcome thee To the scorched land , thou wanderer of the sea ...
... hast been out upon the deep at play , Riding all day the wild blue waves till now , Roughening their crests , and scattering high their spray And swelling the white sail . I welcome thee To the scorched land , thou wanderer of the sea ...
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... clear spring , that , ' midst its herbs , Wells softly forth and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest , tells no tale Of all the good it does . Thou hast not left FOREST HYMN . Thyself without a witness , in these.
... clear spring , that , ' midst its herbs , Wells softly forth and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest , tells no tale Of all the good it does . Thou hast not left FOREST HYMN . Thyself without a witness , in these.
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... Hast met thy father's ghost ; Where everlasting autumn lies On yellow woods and sunny skies . ' Twas I the broidered mocsen made , 1 That shod thee for that distant land ; ' Twas I thy bow and arrows laid Beside thy still cold hand ; 90 ...
... Hast met thy father's ghost ; Where everlasting autumn lies On yellow woods and sunny skies . ' Twas I the broidered mocsen made , 1 That shod thee for that distant land ; ' Twas I thy bow and arrows laid Beside thy still cold hand ; 90 ...
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... hast passed The long dark journey of the grave , And in the land of light , at last , Hast joined the good and brave ; Amid the flushed and balmy air , The bravest and the loveliest there . Yet , oft to thine own Indian maid Even there ...
... hast passed The long dark journey of the grave , And in the land of light , at last , Hast joined the good and brave ; Amid the flushed and balmy air , The bravest and the loveliest there . Yet , oft to thine own Indian maid Even there ...
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amid beauty behold beneath birds blood bloom blossoms blue boughs bower breath bright brook brow calm city spires clouds cold dance dark Day of Fire death deep desert eagle didst dwell earth fair flowers forest fresh gay woods gaze gentle glad glen glide glittering glorious glory grave green groves hand hear heart heaven hills hour HYMN insect wings land leaves light little hour look lover lovers walk maid maiden maize Maquon mighty mountain murmur MUSQUITO night o'er pass quiet red ruler RHODE ISLAND rill river RIZPAH rocks round shade shine sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sound spirit springs stars stream summer sunny sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast Thou shalt trees vale voice wandering weep wild win my love wind wind-flower woods young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 266 - 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 31 - 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...
Seite 31 - 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 33 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those who in their turn shall follow them.
Seite 42 - 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 31 - Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice. Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more...
Seite 33 - 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.
Seite 123 - Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear; When, waking to their tents on fire, They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again ; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind, And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind.
Seite 258 - The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief : Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Seite 54 - With whom he came across the eastern deep, Fills the savannas with his murmurings, And hides his sweets, as in the golden age, Within the hollow oak. I listen long To his domestic hum, and think I hear The sound of that advancing multitude Which soon shall fill these deserts.