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... brooks That make the meadows green ; and , poured round all , Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste , ― Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man . The golden sun , The planets , all the infinite host of heaven , Are ...
... brooks That make the meadows green ; and , poured round all , Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste , ― Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man . The golden sun , The planets , all the infinite host of heaven , Are ...
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... look Upon my childhood's favourite brook . Then dimly on my eye shall gleam The sparkle of thy dancing stream ; And faintly on my ear shall fall Thy prattling current's merry call ; 1 THE RIVULET . Yet shalt thou flow as glad and.
... look Upon my childhood's favourite brook . Then dimly on my eye shall gleam The sparkle of thy dancing stream ; And faintly on my ear shall fall Thy prattling current's merry call ; 1 THE RIVULET . Yet shalt thou flow as glad and.
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... brooks That from the fountains of Sonora glide Into the calm Pacific - have ye fanned A nobler or a lovelier scene than this ? Man hath no part in all this glorious work : THE PRAIRIES . The hand that built the firmament hath The Prairies,
... brooks That from the fountains of Sonora glide Into the calm Pacific - have ye fanned A nobler or a lovelier scene than this ? Man hath no part in all this glorious work : THE PRAIRIES . The hand that built the firmament hath The Prairies,
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... brook , And banks and depths of lake , and streets and lanes Of cities , now that living sounds are hushed , Murmur of guilty force and treachery . Here , where I rest , the vales of Italy Are round me , populous from early time , And ...
... brook , And banks and depths of lake , and streets and lanes Of cities , now that living sounds are hushed , Murmur of guilty force and treachery . Here , where I rest , the vales of Italy Are round me , populous from early time , And ...
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... brook the stranger's yoke , But would have joined the exiles , that withdrew For ever , when the Florentine broke in The gates of Pisa , and bore off the bolts For trophies - but he died before that day . " He lived , the impersonation ...
... brook the stranger's yoke , But would have joined the exiles , that withdrew For ever , when the Florentine broke in The gates of Pisa , and bore off the bolts For trophies - but he died before that day . " He lived , the impersonation ...
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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 267 - Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply...
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 124 - Tis life to feel the night-wind That lifts his tossing mane. A moment in the British camp — A moment — and away Back to the pathless forest, Before the peep of day. Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs; Their hearts are all with Marion, For Marion are their prayers. And lovely ladies greet our band With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer, And tears like those of spring. For them we wear these trusty arms, And lay them down no more Till we have driven...
Page 52 - Till twilight blushed, and lovers walked, and wooed In a forgotten language, and old tunes, From instruments of unremembered form, Gave the soft winds a voice.
Page 43 - Oh, from these sterner aspects of thy face Spare me and mine, nor let us need the wrath Of the mad unchained elements to teach Who rules them. Be it ours to meditate, In these calm shades, thy milder majesty, And to the beautiful order of thy works Learn to conform the order of our lives.
Page 51 - Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion? Let the mighty mounds That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest crowded with old oaks, Answer. A race, that long has passed away, Built them; a disciplined and populous race Heaped, with long toil, the earth, while yet the Greek Was hewing the Pentelicus to forms Of symmetry, and rearing on its rock The glittering Parthenon.