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... winds The bell's deep tones are swelling ; ' tis the knell Of the departed year . No funeral train Is sweeping past ; yet , on the stream and wood , With melancholy light the moonbeams rest Like a pale , spotless shroud ; the air is ...
... winds The bell's deep tones are swelling ; ' tis the knell Of the departed year . No funeral train Is sweeping past ; yet , on the stream and wood , With melancholy light the moonbeams rest Like a pale , spotless shroud ; the air is ...
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... wind was borne , And , streamed thro ' many a golden bar , The twilight melted into morn . " O eyes long laid in happy sleep ! " " O happy sleep that lightly fled ! " " O happy kiss that woke thy sleep ! " " O love , thy kiss would wake ...
... wind was borne , And , streamed thro ' many a golden bar , The twilight melted into morn . " O eyes long laid in happy sleep ! " " O happy sleep that lightly fled ! " " O happy kiss that woke thy sleep ! " " O love , thy kiss would wake ...
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... winds of departing spring scatter the white hawthorn blossom like drifted snow , and summer dims on the parched meadow the drooping of its cowslip - gold , far above , among the mountains , the silver lichen - spots rest , star - like ...
... winds of departing spring scatter the white hawthorn blossom like drifted snow , and summer dims on the parched meadow the drooping of its cowslip - gold , far above , among the mountains , the silver lichen - spots rest , star - like ...
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... wind its purple wings , In gulfs enchanted , where the siren sings , And coral reefs lie bare , Where the cold sea - maids rise to sun their streaming hair . Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl ; Wrecked is the ship of pearl ! And ...
... wind its purple wings , In gulfs enchanted , where the siren sings , And coral reefs lie bare , Where the cold sea - maids rise to sun their streaming hair . Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl ; Wrecked is the ship of pearl ! And ...
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... winds slowly o'er the lea , The ploughman homeward plods his weary way , And leaves the world to darkness and to me . Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight , And all the air a solemn stillness holds , Save where the beetle ...
... winds slowly o'er the lea , The ploughman homeward plods his weary way , And leaves the world to darkness and to me . Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight , And all the air a solemn stillness holds , Save where the beetle ...
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Page 326 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Page 361 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Page 126 - There is a Power whose care 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.
Page 160 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Page 327 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
Page 11 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Page 9 - The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget...
Page 147 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 47 - O Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Page 297 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?' 'How many? Seven in all,' she said, And wondering looked at me. 'And where are they? I pray you tell.' She answered, 'Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. 'Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the church-yard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.