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... Angels Flowers The Beleagured City Midnight Mass for the Dying Year . EARLIER POEMS . An April Day Autumn Woods in Winter Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethlehem Sunrise on the Hills The Spirit of Poetry Burial of the Minnisink ...
... Angels Flowers The Beleagured City Midnight Mass for the Dying Year . EARLIER POEMS . An April Day Autumn Woods in Winter Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethlehem Sunrise on the Hills The Spirit of Poetry Burial of the Minnisink ...
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... Angels Daylight and Moonlight The Jewish Cemetery at Newport . Oliver Basselin Victor Galbraith My Lost Youth · The Ropewalk The Golden Mile - Stone Catawba Wine Santa Filomena The Discoverer of the North Cape Daybreak The Fiftieth ...
... Angels Daylight and Moonlight The Jewish Cemetery at Newport . Oliver Basselin Victor Galbraith My Lost Youth · The Ropewalk The Golden Mile - Stone Catawba Wine Santa Filomena The Discoverer of the North Cape Daybreak The Fiftieth ...
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... Angel and the Child To Italy Wanderer's Night - Songs Remorse Santa Teresa's Book - Mark 291 · 293 293 295 296 299 299 302 303 304 • 304 308 309 322 323 323 324 · 324 325 325 326 326 326 326 THE MASQUE OF PANDORA . I. The Workshop of ...
... Angel and the Child To Italy Wanderer's Night - Songs Remorse Santa Teresa's Book - Mark 291 · 293 293 295 296 299 299 302 303 304 • 304 308 309 322 323 323 324 · 324 325 325 326 326 326 326 THE MASQUE OF PANDORA . I. The Workshop of ...
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... angels ' wings . " Learn , that henceforth thy song be , shall Not mountains capped with snow , Nor forests sounding like the sea , Nor rivers flowing ceaselessly , Where the woodlands bend to see The bending heavens below . " There is ...
... angels ' wings . " Learn , that henceforth thy song be , shall Not mountains capped with snow , Nor forests sounding like the sea , Nor rivers flowing ceaselessly , Where the woodlands bend to see The bending heavens below . " There is ...
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... angel visited the green earth , And took the flowers away . THE LIGHT OF STARS . THE night is come , but not too soon ; And sinking silently , All silently , the little moon Drops down behind the sky . There is no light in earth or ...
... angel visited the green earth , And took the flowers away . THE LIGHT OF STARS . THE night is come , but not too soon ; And sinking silently , All silently , the little moon Drops down behind the sky . There is no light in earth or ...
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Page 221 - The heights by great men reached and kept \ ¡ Were not attained by sudden flight, '. But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
Page 3 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Page 37 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Page 130 - Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Page 239 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet. That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Page 3 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 41 - There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior!
Page 130 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see! she stirs! She starts,— she moves,— she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
Page 240 - It was two by the village clock When he came to the bridge in Concord town He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown.
Page 94 - All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, " Ah ! when shall they all meet again ? " As in the days long since gone by, The ancient timepiece makes reply, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever...