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... Man knoweth his Sepulchre , " " Blessed are they that mourn , " The Skies , . The Journey of Life , Sonnet - To Death of the Flowers , 238 239 241 244 246 248 250 • 251 253 255 256 257 xii Hymn to Death , " Earth's Children cleave to A 2.
... Man knoweth his Sepulchre , " " Blessed are they that mourn , " The Skies , . The Journey of Life , Sonnet - To Death of the Flowers , 238 239 241 244 246 248 250 • 251 253 255 256 257 xii Hymn to Death , " Earth's Children cleave to A 2.
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... bribe a passage to the skies ; And vice , beneath the mitre's kind control , Sinned gayly on , and grew to giant size , Shielded by priestly power , and watched by priestly eyes . 22 THE AGES . XXIII . At last the earthquake.
... bribe a passage to the skies ; And vice , beneath the mitre's kind control , Sinned gayly on , and grew to giant size , Shielded by priestly power , and watched by priestly eyes . 22 THE AGES . XXIII . At last the earthquake.
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... skies ; From the broad highland region , black with pines , Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise , Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold In rosy flushes on the virgin gold . There , rooted to the aerial shelves that wear The ...
... skies ; From the broad highland region , black with pines , Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise , Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold In rosy flushes on the virgin gold . There , rooted to the aerial shelves that wear The ...
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... skies , Proclaimed the essential Goodness , strong and wise . In you the heart that sighs for freedom seeks Her image ; there the winds no barrier know , Clouds come and rest and leave your fairy peaks ; While even the immaterial Mind ...
... skies , Proclaimed the essential Goodness , strong and wise . In you the heart that sighs for freedom seeks Her image ; there the winds no barrier know , Clouds come and rest and leave your fairy peaks ; While even the immaterial Mind ...
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... skies Were never stained with village smoke : The fragrant wind , that through them flies , Is breathed from wastes by plough unbroke . Here , with my rifle and my steed , And her who left the world for me , I plant me , where the red ...
... skies Were never stained with village smoke : The fragrant wind , that through them flies , Is breathed from wastes by plough unbroke . Here , with my rifle and my steed , And her who left the world for me , I plant me , where the red ...
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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.