Poems, Volume 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST . TELL me not , in mournful numbers , " Life is but an empty dream ... hearts , though stout and brave . Still , like muffled drums , are beating Funeral marches to the grave . In the world's ...
... HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST . TELL me not , in mournful numbers , " Life is but an empty dream ... hearts , though stout and brave . Still , like muffled drums , are beating Funeral marches to the grave . In the world's ...
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... heart again . Let us , then , be up and doing , With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving , still pursuing , Learn to labor and to wait . 11 THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS . THERE is a Reaper , whose name is Death , And , with his sickle ...
... heart again . Let us , then , be up and doing , With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving , still pursuing , Learn to labor and to wait . 11 THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS . THERE is a Reaper , whose name is Death , And , with his sickle ...
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... heart . Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining , Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day , Tremulous leaves , with soft and silver lining , Buds that open only to decay ; Brilliant hopes , all woven in gorgeous tissues , Flaunting.
... heart . Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining , Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day , Tremulous leaves , with soft and silver lining , Buds that open only to decay ; Brilliant hopes , all woven in gorgeous tissues , Flaunting.
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... 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 . VOL . I. 2 17 I have read , in the marvellous heart of man.
... 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 . VOL . I. 2 17 I have read , in the marvellous heart of man.
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... heart , goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky , and looks On duties well performed , and days well spent ! For him the wind , ay , and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice , and give him eloquent teachings He shall so hear the ...
... heart , goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky , and looks On duties well performed , and days well spent ! For him the wind , ay , and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice , and give him eloquent teachings He shall so hear the ...
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Page 95 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Page 292 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small : Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 314 - ... ,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...
Page 267 - 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 328 - Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen ; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete, Standing in these walls of Time, Broken stairways, where the feet Stumble as they seek to climb. Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place.
Page 326 - 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. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way.
Page 326 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
Page 144 - BESIDE the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.
Page 10 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — 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.
Page 96 - Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea ! " " O father ! I see a gleaming light, O say, what may it be ? " But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes.