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... morning prayer , The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmed air . Down the broad valley , fast and far , The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star , The ghastly host was dead . I have read , in the marvellous ...
... morning prayer , The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmed air . Down the broad valley , fast and far , The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star , The ghastly host was dead . I have read , in the marvellous ...
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... Morning comes O'er - riding the gray hills with golden scarf ; Or when the cowled and dusky - sandaled Eve , In mourning weeds , from out the western gate , Departs with silent pace ! That spirit moves In the green valley , where the ...
... Morning comes O'er - riding the gray hills with golden scarf ; Or when the cowled and dusky - sandaled Eve , In mourning weeds , from out the western gate , Departs with silent pace ! That spirit moves In the green valley , where the ...
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... morning's dewy howers , it Stripped of his proud and martial dress , Uncurbed ,. gifted bards Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades . For them there was an eloquent voice in all The sylvan pomp of woods , the golden sun , The flowers ...
... morning's dewy howers , it Stripped of his proud and martial dress , Uncurbed ,. gifted bards Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades . For them there was an eloquent voice in all The sylvan pomp of woods , the golden sun , The flowers ...
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... morning sees some task begun , Each evening sees its close ! Something attempted , something done , Has earned a night's repose . Thanks , thanks to thee , my worthy friend , For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge ...
... morning sees some task begun , Each evening sees its close ! Something attempted , something done , Has earned a night's repose . Thanks , thanks to thee , my worthy friend , For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge ...
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... Morning rises into noon , May glides onward into June . Childhood is the bough , where slumbered Birds and blossoms many - numbered ; - Age , the bough with snows encumbered . Gather , then , each flower that grows , When the young ...
... Morning rises into noon , May glides onward into June . Childhood is the bough , where slumbered Birds and blossoms many - numbered ; - Age , the bough with snows encumbered . Gather , then , each flower that grows , When the young ...
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Acadian Angel answered art thou beautiful behold beneath birds breath brooklet Caiaphas Chispa Christus cloud Corey cried dark dead death door dost dream earth Endicott Essenians eyes face father fear fire forest gleam golden hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy Jews John Endicott Kenabeek King Olaf land Lara leaves light listen look Lord loud Lucifer maiden Manahem meadow merry Miles Standish Mondamin moon morning night Nokomis o'er Osseo passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Pharisees pray prayer Prec Priest Prince Henry river round sail sang shadow shalt shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake speak spirit stars stood sunshine sweet tale Tharaw thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Tituba unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum wigwam wild wind wonder words
Popular passages
Page 3 - For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the...
Page 44 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O Union, strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail,...
Page 268 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Page 17 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Page 17 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 264 - THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, 'That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 264 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart. As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from...
Page 294 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village...
Page 296 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo for evermore!
Page 44 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...