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... light , Transplanted by my care , And saints , upon their garments white , These sacred blossoms wear . " And the mother gave , in tears and pain , The flowers she most did ... LIGHT OF STARS . 3 The Reaper and the Flowers The Light of Stars.
... light , Transplanted by my care , And saints , upon their garments white , These sacred blossoms wear . " And the mother gave , in tears and pain , The flowers she most did ... LIGHT OF STARS . 3 The Reaper and the Flowers The Light of Stars.
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... light ; Large desires , with most uncertain is- sues , Tender wishes , blossoming at night ! These in flowers and men are more than seeming ; Workings are they of the selfsame powers , Which the Poet , in no idle dreaming , Seeth in ...
... light ; Large desires , with most uncertain is- sues , Tender wishes , blossoming at night ! These in flowers and men are more than seeming ; Workings are they of the selfsame powers , Which the Poet , in no idle dreaming , Seeth in ...
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... light , the green slope throws Its shadows in the hollows of the hills , And wide the upland glows . And when the eve is born , In the blue lake the sky , o'er - reaching far , Is hollowed out , and the moon dips her horn , \ And ...
... light , the green slope throws Its shadows in the hollows of the hills , And wide the upland glows . And when the eve is born , In the blue lake the sky , o'er - reaching far , Is hollowed out , and the moon dips her horn , \ And ...
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... light on the cowléd head ; And the censer burning swung , Where , before the altar , hung The crimson banner , that with prayer Had been consecrated there . And the nuns ' sweet hymn was heard the while , Sung low , in the dim ...
... light on the cowléd head ; And the censer burning swung , Where , before the altar , hung The crimson banner , that with prayer Had been consecrated there . And the nuns ' sweet hymn was heard the while , Sung low , in the dim ...
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... light and beauty That dwell in nature ; of the heavenly forms We worship in our dreams , and the soft hues That stain the wild - bird's wing , and flush the clouds When the sun sets . eye Within her tender The heaven of April , with its ...
... light and beauty That dwell in nature ; of the heavenly forms We worship in our dreams , and the soft hues That stain the wild - bird's wing , and flush the clouds When the sun sets . eye Within her tender The heaven of April , with its ...
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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...