Selections from the American Poets: With Some Introductory Remarks |
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... Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath 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 ...
... Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath 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 ...
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... hath yoked to guilt Her pale tormentor , misery . Hence , these shades Are still the abodes of gladness , the thick roof Of green and stirring branches is alive And musical with birds , that sing and sport In wantonness of spirit ...
... hath yoked to guilt Her pale tormentor , misery . Hence , these shades Are still the abodes of gladness , the thick roof Of green and stirring branches is alive And musical with birds , that sing and sport In wantonness of spirit ...
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... hath ; Ye fear the Unseen One , ever near , Walking his ocean path . ⚫ From out the silent void there comes a cry— " Vengeance is mine ! Lost man , thy doom is nigh ! " ! Nor dread of ever - during wo , Nor DANA . 53.
... hath ; Ye fear the Unseen One , ever near , Walking his ocean path . ⚫ From out the silent void there comes a cry— " Vengeance is mine ! Lost man , thy doom is nigh ! " ! Nor dread of ever - during wo , Nor DANA . 53.
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... hath broke the world's sweet peace - unstrung The harmonious chords to which the angels sung . In thick , dark nights he'd take his seat High up the cliffs , and feel them shake , As swung the sea with heavy beat Below and hear it break ...
... hath broke the world's sweet peace - unstrung The harmonious chords to which the angels sung . In thick , dark nights he'd take his seat High up the cliffs , and feel them shake , As swung the sea with heavy beat Below and hear it break ...
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... hath , Are pour'd from her full , o'erflowing horn , When the rose of enjoyment conceals no thorn , In her lightness of heart , to the cheery song The maiden may trip in the dance along , And think of the passing moment , that lies Like ...
... hath , Are pour'd from her full , o'erflowing horn , When the rose of enjoyment conceals no thorn , In her lightness of heart , to the cheery song The maiden may trip in the dance along , And think of the passing moment , that lies Like ...
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Page xxii - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those who in their turn shall follow them.
Page xxii - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone; the solemn brood of care . Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee.
Page xxiii - 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 82 - The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea, And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: 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 waves his own...
Page xxii - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Page xx - 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 xxiv - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath 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 146 - THOU, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue...
Page 192 - When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power: In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror; In dreams his song of triumph heard; Then wore his monarch's signet ring: Then pressed that monarch's throne — a king; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Page 226 - What is that mother ? The eagle, boy ! Proudly careering his course of joy, Firm, on his own mountain vigour relying, Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying ; His wing on the wind, and his eye on the sun, He swerves not a hair, but bears onward, right on. Boy, may the eagle's flight ever be thine, Onward and upward, and true to the line.