The Poets of America, Volume 1John Keese S. Colman, 1840 - 284 pages |
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... thine elfin chain , Thy flame - wood lamp is quenched and dark , And thy wings are died with a deadly stain- Thou hast sullied thine elfin purity In the glance of a mortal maiden's eye ; Thou hast scorned our dread decree , And thou ...
... thine elfin chain , Thy flame - wood lamp is quenched and dark , And thy wings are died with a deadly stain- Thou hast sullied thine elfin purity In the glance of a mortal maiden's eye ; Thou hast scorned our dread decree , And thou ...
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... thine . I love thee for the fervid glow Thou shed'st around the closing day— Those golden fires , those wreaths of snow , That light and pave his glorious way ! Through them , I've sometimes thought , the eye May pierce the unmeasured ...
... thine . I love thee for the fervid glow Thou shed'st around the closing day— Those golden fires , those wreaths of snow , That light and pave his glorious way ! Through them , I've sometimes thought , the eye May pierce the unmeasured ...
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... and true with mine ! Faithful through every change of wo , My heart still flies to meet thee there : ' Twould sooth this very heart to know That thine responded every prayer . 65 SUNRISE ON THE HILLS . BY H. W. LONGFELLOW .
... and true with mine ! Faithful through every change of wo , My heart still flies to meet thee there : ' Twould sooth this very heart to know That thine responded every prayer . 65 SUNRISE ON THE HILLS . BY H. W. LONGFELLOW .
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... Thine individual being , shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements , To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod , which the rude swain Turns with his share , and treads upon . The oak Shall send his roots ...
... Thine individual being , shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements , To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod , which the rude swain Turns with his share , and treads upon . The oak Shall send his roots ...
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... thine , a watcher in her halls . I hear thee oft at midnight , when the thrush And the green , roving linnet are at rest , And the blithe , twittering swallows have long ceased Their noisy note , and folded up their wings . Far up some ...
... thine , a watcher in her halls . I hear thee oft at midnight , when the thrush And the green , roving linnet are at rest , And the blithe , twittering swallows have long ceased Their noisy note , and folded up their wings . Far up some ...
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Alaric ALNWICK CASTLE beam beauty bending beneath bird blue bosom bough bowers breast breath breeze bright brow charm cheek cloud courser crimson CULPRIT FAY dark death deep dream earth elfin fading fair fairy float flowers forest gale gaze gems gentle glance gleam glorious glory glow golden Greece green grove hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour JAMESTOWN land leap light lips lonely lyre morning N. P. WILLIS night o'er old oaken bucket pale passed Pindus purple quivering rest rock rose round scene shade shine shore sigh silent moon silver sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring sprite stars storm stream summer sweet swelling sylphs tear tempests thee thine thou art thoughts throne tide tone tree Twas VISIGOTH VISIT FROM ST voice wandering water-sprites waters wave ween wild winds wing witch-hazel woods young
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Page 78 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 101 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Page 179 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon — Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
Page 48 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 90 - My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray, Its hold is frail — its date is brief, Restless — and soon to pass away!
Page 49 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven.
Page 110 - And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful Spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own. And when the ship from his fury flies, Where the myriad voices of Ocean roar ; When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And demons are waiting the wreck on shore ; Then, far below, in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the waters murmur tranquilly, Through...
Page 36 - He put his acorn helmet on ; It was plumed of the silk of the thistle down : The corslet plate that guarded his breast Was once the wild bee's golden vest ; His cloak, of a thousand mingled dyes, Was formed of the wings of butterflies ; His shield was the shell of a lady-bug queen, Studs of gold on a ground of green ; And the quivering lance which he brandished bright, Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in fight.
Page 49 - Flag of the seas! on ocean wave Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave; When death, careering on the gale, Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea...
Page 58 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
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