Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volume 2Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... note these things Against the smitten heart ; its breaking strings -On whose low thrills once gentle music hung- With a rude hand of touch unholy trying , And numbering then as crimes , the deep , strange tones replying . LXVI . But ye ...
... note these things Against the smitten heart ; its breaking strings -On whose low thrills once gentle music hung- With a rude hand of touch unholy trying , And numbering then as crimes , the deep , strange tones replying . LXVI . But ye ...
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... notes , with day's last glory dying On the flush'd waters ! -- seem'd they not to swell From the far dust , wherein my sires were lying With crucifix and sword ? -- Oh ! yet how clear Comes their reproachful sweetness to mine ear ...
... notes , with day's last glory dying On the flush'd waters ! -- seem'd they not to swell From the far dust , wherein my sires were lying With crucifix and sword ? -- Oh ! yet how clear Comes their reproachful sweetness to mine ear ...
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... notes of my country rung , And , smitten deep of Heaven and man , I fled To hide in shades unpierced a mark'd and weary head . LXIX . But he went on in gladness - that fair child ! Save when at times his bright eye seem'd to dream , And ...
... notes of my country rung , And , smitten deep of Heaven and man , I fled To hide in shades unpierced a mark'd and weary head . LXIX . But he went on in gladness - that fair child ! Save when at times his bright eye seem'd to dream , And ...
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... deep Sends up red sparkles to the fire - flies ' light . A lonely world ! -ev'n fearful to man's thought , But for His presence felt , whom here my soul hath sought . NOTES ΤΟ THE FOREST SANCTUARY . Note 1 , page 90 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
... deep Sends up red sparkles to the fire - flies ' light . A lonely world ! -ev'n fearful to man's thought , But for His presence felt , whom here my soul hath sought . NOTES ΤΟ THE FOREST SANCTUARY . Note 1 , page 90 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
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Mrs. Hemans. NOTES ΤΟ THE FOREST SANCTUARY . Note 1 , page 4 , line 14 . And sighing through the feathery canes , & c . The canes in some parts of the American forests form a thick undergrowth for many hundred miles . - See Hodg- son's ...
Mrs. Hemans. NOTES ΤΟ THE FOREST SANCTUARY . Note 1 , page 4 , line 14 . And sighing through the feathery canes , & c . The canes in some parts of the American forests form a thick undergrowth for many hundred miles . - See Hodg- son's ...
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Page 215 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 266 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 181 - Yet more, the Depths have more ! — What wealth untold Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies.
Page 265 - Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ; But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth...
Page 305 - Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Page 258 - Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Page 215 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? — They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found, — Freedom to worship God.
Page 284 - And men stood breathless in their dread. And baffled in their skill — But One was there, who rose and said To the wild sea,
Page 289 - Thou tak'st through the dim church-aisle thy way, And its pillars from twilight flash forth to day, And its high pale tombs, with their trophies old, Are bathed in a flood as of burning gold.
Page 319 - Now in thy youth, beseech of Him Who giveth, upbraiding' not; That his light in thy heart become not dim, And his love be unforgot ; And thy God, in the darkest of days, will be, Greenness, and beauty, and strength to thee...