Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volume 2Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... winds and stars are born ; E'en as a fount's remember'd gushings burst On the parch'd traveller in his hour of thirst , E'en thus they haunt me with sweet sounds , till worn By quenchless longings , to my soul I say- Oh ! for the dove's ...
... winds and stars are born ; E'en as a fount's remember'd gushings burst On the parch'd traveller in his hour of thirst , E'en thus they haunt me with sweet sounds , till worn By quenchless longings , to my soul I say- Oh ! for the dove's ...
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... brought marks of torture and the chain , Traces of things which pass not as a breeze , A blighted name , dark thoughts , wrath , woe - thy gifts are these . VI . A blighted name ! —I hear the winds 1 * THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 5.
... brought marks of torture and the chain , Traces of things which pass not as a breeze , A blighted name , dark thoughts , wrath , woe - thy gifts are these . VI . A blighted name ! —I hear the winds 1 * THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 5.
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Mrs. Hemans. VI . A blighted name ! —I hear the winds of morn- Their sounds are not of this ! -I hear the shiver Of the green reeds , and all the rustlings , borne From the high forest , when the light leaves quiver : Their sounds are ...
Mrs. Hemans. VI . A blighted name ! —I hear the winds of morn- Their sounds are not of this ! -I hear the shiver Of the green reeds , and all the rustlings , borne From the high forest , when the light leaves quiver : Their sounds are ...
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... wind's by swells pervade ; Hear me ! - ' tis well to die , and not complain , Yet there are hours when the charg'd heart must speak , Ev'n in the desert's ear to pour itself , or break ! XI . I see an oak before me , 3 it hath been The ...
... wind's by swells pervade ; Hear me ! - ' tis well to die , and not complain , Yet there are hours when the charg'd heart must speak , Ev'n in the desert's ear to pour itself , or break ! XI . I see an oak before me , 3 it hath been The ...
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... wind , the sky , Dream - like I saw the sad procession pass , And mark'd its victims with a tearless eye . They mov'd before me but as pictures , wrought Each to reveal some secret of man's thought , On the sharp edge of sad mortality ...
... wind , the sky , Dream - like I saw the sad procession pass , And mark'd its victims with a tearless eye . They mov'd before me but as pictures , wrought Each to reveal some secret of man's thought , On the sharp edge of sad mortality ...
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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...