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... meet His ancient footprints stamped beside the pool . Still this great solitude is quick with life . Myriads of insects , gaudy as the flowers They flutter over , gentle quadrupeds , And birds , that scarce have learned the fear of man ...
... meet His ancient footprints stamped beside the pool . Still this great solitude is quick with life . Myriads of insects , gaudy as the flowers They flutter over , gentle quadrupeds , And birds , that scarce have learned the fear of man ...
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... meet when life is past , Shall heal the tortured mind at last . But ye , who for the living lost That agony in secret bear , Who shall with soothing words accost The strength of your despair ? Grief for your sake is scorn for them Whom ...
... meet when life is past , Shall heal the tortured mind at last . But ye , who for the living lost That agony in secret bear , Who shall with soothing words accost The strength of your despair ? Grief for your sake is scorn for them Whom ...
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... meet That night , amid the wilderness , should overtake thy feet . " " Heed not the night , a summer lodge amid the wild is mine , ' Tis shadowed by the tulip - tree , ' tis mantled by the vine ; The wild plum sheds its yellow fruit ...
... meet That night , amid the wilderness , should overtake thy feet . " " Heed not the night , a summer lodge amid the wild is mine , ' Tis shadowed by the tulip - tree , ' tis mantled by the vine ; The wild plum sheds its yellow fruit ...
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... meet the flames with flames again , And at my door they cower and die . Here , from dim woods , the aged past Speaks solemnly ; and I behold The boundless future in the vast And lonely river , seaward rolled . Who feeds its founts with ...
... meet the flames with flames again , And at my door they cower and die . Here , from dim woods , the aged past Speaks solemnly ; and I behold The boundless future in the vast And lonely river , seaward rolled . Who feeds its founts with ...
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... meet My spirit sent to join the blessed , And , wondering what detains my feet From the bright land of rest , Dost seem , in every sound , to hear The rustling of my footsteps near . 91 THE ARCTIC LOVER . GONE is the long , long.
... meet My spirit sent to join the blessed , And , wondering what detains my feet From the bright land of rest , Dost seem , in every sound , to hear The rustling of my footsteps near . 91 THE ARCTIC LOVER . GONE is the long , long.
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Page 33 - 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 31 - 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 33 - 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 257 - THE melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, And meadows brown and sere. 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...
Page 123 - Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear; When, waking to their tents on fire, They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again ; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind, And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind.
Page 203 - Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around ; "When even the deep blue heavens look glad, And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground ? There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren, And the gossip of swallows through all the sky; The ground-squirrel gayly chirps by his den, And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
Page 266 - 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 39 - Which, from the stilly twilight of the place, And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power 18 And inaccessible majesty.
Page 32 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being...
Page 54 - With whom he came across the eastern deep, Fills the savannas with his murmurings, And hides his sweets, as in the golden age, Within the hollow oak. I listen long To his domestic hum, and think I hear The sound of that advancing multitude Which soon shall fill these deserts.