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... night my bed swims , I with tears my couch washt have . - Psalm 6 : 5 , 6.1 But better things were coming . In 1650 there ap- peared in London a volume of poems entitled , The Tenth Muse lately sprung up in America . The Tenth Muse was ...
... night my bed swims , I with tears my couch washt have . - Psalm 6 : 5 , 6.1 But better things were coming . In 1650 there ap- peared in London a volume of poems entitled , The Tenth Muse lately sprung up in America . The Tenth Muse was ...
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... night , safe in his cellar , he wofully describes to his assembled Tory friends a vision in which there has been revealed to him the complete triumph of the Revolution . M'Fingal was immensely popular in its day , and has been many ...
... night , safe in his cellar , he wofully describes to his assembled Tory friends a vision in which there has been revealed to him the complete triumph of the Revolution . M'Fingal was immensely popular in its day , and has been many ...
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... Night , a work of really powerful though somewhat crude imagination , is all compact of the same gruesome Romanticism which had been recently coming into English poetry and prose fiction . But Freneau was no slavish imitator . On the ...
... Night , a work of really powerful though somewhat crude imagination , is all compact of the same gruesome Romanticism which had been recently coming into English poetry and prose fiction . But Freneau was no slavish imitator . On the ...
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... night , - I kind of love you , Sal — I vow , And mother said I might . My father has a nice bull calf , ... Which shall be your's , my sweet one , ' T will weigh two hundred and a half , ” - Says Sal , " Well , that's a neat one ...
... night , - I kind of love you , Sal — I vow , And mother said I might . My father has a nice bull calf , ... Which shall be your's , my sweet one , ' T will weigh two hundred and a half , ” - Says Sal , " Well , that's a neat one ...
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... night ... On pane of casement clear , Where bright the mimic glaciers shine , And Alps , with many a mountain pine , And armed knights from Palestine In winding march appear . In the third class Romantic Tales and Ballads the spirit of ...
... night ... On pane of casement clear , Where bright the mimic glaciers shine , And Alps , with many a mountain pine , And armed knights from Palestine In winding march appear . In the third class Romantic Tales and Ballads the spirit of ...
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Page 387 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Page 400 - Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old ; The litanies of nations came, Like the volcano's tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below, — The canticles of love and woe...
Page 389 - Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side? There is a Power, whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost.
Page 415 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Page 416 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 362 - God's excellency, his wisdom, his purity and love, seemed to appear in every thing; in the sun, moon and stars; in the clouds, and blue sky; in the grass, flowers, trees ; in the water, and all nature ; which used greatly to fix my mind.
Page 436 - Tis the six-and-twentieth edition, promulgated at Boston, Anno Domini, 1744; and is entitled, 'The Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testaments; faithfully translated into English Metre, for the Use, Edification, and Comfort of the Saints in Publick and Private especially in New-England.
Page 388 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 394 - 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. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the...
Page 175 - Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away!