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... Thou art a pleasant memory preserv'd ' mid worldly wrong , And thou shalt be the feeling and the voice of every song ; Yea , even as the Pilgrim greets the fount in balmy shade , My thirsting heart still stoops to thee and worships ...
... Thou art a pleasant memory preserv'd ' mid worldly wrong , And thou shalt be the feeling and the voice of every song ; Yea , even as the Pilgrim greets the fount in balmy shade , My thirsting heart still stoops to thee and worships ...
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... bird's- And sweetly breaks the melody Of thy imperfect words . I know no fount that gushes out As gladly as thy tiny shout . I would that thou might'st ever be As beautiful as 1827. ] 61 To Laura W- , two years of age .
... bird's- And sweetly breaks the melody Of thy imperfect words . I know no fount that gushes out As gladly as thy tiny shout . I would that thou might'st ever be As beautiful as 1827. ] 61 To Laura W- , two years of age .
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... thou art , now ? Bring thee , a spirit undefil'd , At God's pure throne to bow ? - The world is but a broken reed , And life grows early dim- To lead thee up - to Him ? Who shall be near thee in thy need , He , who himself was " undefil ...
... thou art , now ? Bring thee , a spirit undefil'd , At God's pure throne to bow ? - The world is but a broken reed , And life grows early dim- To lead thee up - to Him ? Who shall be near thee in thy need , He , who himself was " undefil ...
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... Thou King of Vengeance ! with thy blasting breath , Strew their pale corses o'er the crimson sod , Where the false white man lied unto his God ! " Ye warrior - spirits , sleep in peace ! the hour Already dawns when vengeance shall ...
... Thou King of Vengeance ! with thy blasting breath , Strew their pale corses o'er the crimson sod , Where the false white man lied unto his God ! " Ye warrior - spirits , sleep in peace ! the hour Already dawns when vengeance shall ...
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... thou united ! " Whether I have traced it to its true causes or not , such is the character of the greatest part of trans - Atlantic society . Can you then wonder , that after having seen many a deformed com- pound of stupidity and vice ...
... thou united ! " Whether I have traced it to its true causes or not , such is the character of the greatest part of trans - Atlantic society . Can you then wonder , that after having seen many a deformed com- pound of stupidity and vice ...
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Page 276 - But the gladiators' bloody Circus stands, A noble wreck in ruinous perfection, While Caesar's chambers, and the Augustan halls, Grovel on earth in indistinct decay. And thou didst shine, thou rolling moon, upon All this, and cast a wide and tender light, Which...
Page 275 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bay'd beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Page 7 - A superior and commanding human intellect, a truly great man, when Heaven vouchsafes so rare a gift, is not a temporary flame, burning bright for a while, and then expiring, giving place to returning darkness. It is rather a spark of fervent heat, as well as radiant light, with power to enkindle the common mass of human mind; so that when it glimmers, in its own decay, and finally goes out in death, no night follows, but it leaves the world all light, all on fire, from the potent contact of its own...
Page 274 - He ceased, and drew forth an MS.; and no Persuasion on the part of devils, or saints, Or angels, now could stop the torrent; so He read the first three lines of the contents; But at the fourth, the whole spiritual show Had vanish'd, with variety of scents, Ambrosial and sulphureous, as they sprang, Like lightning, off from his 'melodious twang'.
Page 276 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old, — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Page 47 - On Christmas eve the mass was sung: * That only night in all the year Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear. The damsel donned her kirtle sheen ; The hall was dressed with holly green ; Forth to the wood did merrymen go, To gather in the mistletoe.
Page 47 - Ceremony doff'd his pride, The heir, with roses in his shoes, That night might village partner choose; The Lord, underogating, share The vulgar game of 'post and pair...
Page 47 - Twas Christmas told the merriest tale ; A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year.
Page 9 - ... objects of science and taste, so classed and arranged as to produce their finest effect. On one side, specimens of sculpture set out, in such order, as to exhibit at a coup...
Page 178 - To aid thy mind's development, to watch Thy dawn of little joys, to sit and see Almost thy very growth, to view thee catch Knowledge of objects, — wonders yet to thee ! To hold thee lightly on a gentle knee, And print on thy soft cheek a parent's kiss, — This, it should seem, was not reserved for me ; Yet this was in my nature : as it is, I know not what is there, yet something like to this.