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... 349 350 351 351 352 353 354 354 354 354 355 355 355 NOTES A Shadow A Nameless Grave . Sleep The Old Bridge at Florence Il Ponte Vecchio di Firenze 356 356 356 357 357 359 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . 1839 . Πότνια , πότνια CONTENTS . ix.
... 349 350 351 351 352 353 354 354 354 354 355 355 355 NOTES A Shadow A Nameless Grave . Sleep The Old Bridge at Florence Il Ponte Vecchio di Firenze 356 356 356 357 357 359 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . 1839 . Πότνια , πότνια CONTENTS . ix.
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... Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and go ; Or where the denser grove receives No sunlight from above , But the dark foliage interweaves In one unbroken roof of leaves , Underneath whose sloping eaves The shadows hardly move ...
... Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and go ; Or where the denser grove receives No sunlight from above , But the dark foliage interweaves In one unbroken roof of leaves , Underneath whose sloping eaves The shadows hardly move ...
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... Shadows from the fitful fire - light Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved , the true - hearted , Come to visit me once more ; He , the young and strong , who cher- ished Noble ...
... Shadows from the fitful fire - light Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved , the true - hearted , Come to visit me once more ; He , the young and strong , who cher- ished Noble ...
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... shadows gleam Portentous through the night . Upon its midnight battle - ground The spectral camp is seen , And , with a sorrowful , deep sound , Flows the River of Life between , No other voice nor sound is there , In the army of the ...
... shadows gleam Portentous through the night . Upon its midnight battle - ground The spectral camp is seen , And , with a sorrowful , deep sound , Flows the River of Life between , No other voice nor sound is there , In the army of the ...
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... shadows sweep away . Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star , Our ghastly fears are dead . MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR . YES , the Year is growing old , And his eye is pale and ...
... shadows sweep away . Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star , Our ghastly fears are dead . MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR . YES , the Year is growing old , And his eye is pale and ...
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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...