Voices of the Night, and Other PoemsTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1852 - 228 pages |
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... Tower at Newport . XXVIII . " Then launched they to the blast , Bent like a reed each mast . " BIRKET FOSTER . 103 BIRKET FOSTER , 105 XXIX . " And in the forest's shade Our vows were plighted . " BIRKET FOSTER . 108 ΧΧΧ , " The ...
... Tower at Newport . XXVIII . " Then launched they to the blast , Bent like a reed each mast . " BIRKET FOSTER . 103 BIRKET FOSTER , 105 XXIX . " And in the forest's shade Our vows were plighted . " BIRKET FOSTER . 108 ΧΧΧ , " The ...
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... towers , Speaking of the Past unto the Present , Tell us of the ancient Games of Flowers ; In all places , then , and in all seasons , Flowers expand their light and soul - like wings , Teaching us , by most persuasive reasons , How ...
... towers , Speaking of the Past unto the Present , Tell us of the ancient Games of Flowers ; In all places , then , and in all seasons , Flowers expand their light and soul - like wings , Teaching us , by most persuasive reasons , How ...
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... And signal lanterns and flags afloat , And eight round towers , like those that frown From some old castle , looking down Upon the drawbridge and the moat . THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP . 31 And he said 30 BY THE SEASIDE .
... And signal lanterns and flags afloat , And eight round towers , like those that frown From some old castle , looking down Upon the drawbridge and the moat . THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP . 31 And he said 30 BY THE SEASIDE .
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... tower , and vanish while they gaze . The mariner remembers when a child , On his first voyage , he saw it fade and sink ; And when , returning from adventures wild , He saw it rise again o'er ocean's brink . Steadfast , serene ...
... tower , and vanish while they gaze . The mariner remembers when a child , On his first voyage , he saw it fade and sink ; And when , returning from adventures wild , He saw it rise again o'er ocean's brink . Steadfast , serene ...
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... tower Imprisoned by some curious hand at last , It counts the passing hour . And as I gaze , these narrow walls expand ; - Before my dreamy eye Stretches the desert with its shifting sand , Its unimpeded sky . And borne aloft by the ...
... tower Imprisoned by some curious hand at last , It counts the passing hour . And as I gaze , these narrow walls expand ; - Before my dreamy eye Stretches the desert with its shifting sand , Its unimpeded sky . And borne aloft by the ...
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Page 159 - 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 61 - Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives. Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
Page 44 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see! she stirs! She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
Page 120 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time.
Page 121 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 161 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it 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 of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Page 115 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
Page 181 - There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star — Excelsior!
Page 106 - Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me ?" Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. "I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song has told, No Saga taught thee! Take heed, that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man's curse...
Page 113 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.