The American Common-place Book of Poetry, with Occasional Notes |
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... moves in a hidden and mysterious way , " his wonders to perform , " and whose spirit can touch the soul with the humblest instruments , prove the first rising of that blessed well of water , which springeth up to everlasting life . Many ...
... moves in a hidden and mysterious way , " his wonders to perform , " and whose spirit can touch the soul with the humblest instruments , prove the first rising of that blessed well of water , which springeth up to everlasting life . Many ...
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... moves ? Did Howard gain renown that shall not cease , By wanderings wild that nature's pilgrim loves ? Or did Paul gain heaven's glory and its peace , By musing o'er the bright and tranquil isles of Greece ? Beware lest thou , from ...
... moves ? Did Howard gain renown that shall not cease , By wanderings wild that nature's pilgrim loves ? Or did Paul gain heaven's glory and its peace , By musing o'er the bright and tranquil isles of Greece ? Beware lest thou , from ...
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... moved by the theme , Like one who feels a deity within . Tam . Wondrous ! -What intercourse have they with men ? Had . Sometimes they deign to intermix with man , But oft with woman . Tam . Hah ! with woman ? Had . She Attracts them ...
... moved by the theme , Like one who feels a deity within . Tam . Wondrous ! -What intercourse have they with men ? Had . Sometimes they deign to intermix with man , But oft with woman . Tam . Hah ! with woman ? Had . She Attracts them ...
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... moves ; he gains the sands ! Onward he speeds . His ghostly sides Are streaming with a cold , blue light . Heaven keep the wits of him who rides The spectre - horse to - night ! His path is shining like a swift ship's wake ; He gleams ...
... moves ; he gains the sands ! Onward he speeds . His ghostly sides Are streaming with a cold , blue light . Heaven keep the wits of him who rides The spectre - horse to - night ! His path is shining like a swift ship's wake ; He gleams ...
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... er again wilt curse and ban . How fast he moves the lip ! And yet he does not speak , or make a sound ! What see you , Lee , the bodies of the drowned ? " I look - where mortal man may not- Into COMMON - PLACE BOOK OF POETRY . 33.
... er again wilt curse and ban . How fast he moves the lip ! And yet he does not speak , or make a sound ! What see you , Lee , the bodies of the drowned ? " I look - where mortal man may not- Into COMMON - PLACE BOOK OF POETRY . 33.
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Page 46 - Whither, 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 129 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, 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 128 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever 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.
Page 127 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 27 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Page 47 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Page 28 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Page 128 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Page 141 - Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees.
Page 27 - Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...