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... wave to wave Leaps madly , by the tempests lashed , or reels , Half wrecked , through gulfs profound . -Moons wax and wane , But still that lonely traveler treads the deep , - I see an ice - bound coast , toward which she steers With ...
... wave to wave Leaps madly , by the tempests lashed , or reels , Half wrecked , through gulfs profound . -Moons wax and wane , But still that lonely traveler treads the deep , - I see an ice - bound coast , toward which she steers With ...
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... waves around my feet , As generations vast Are borne unto the dim - seen strand Of that untrodden , silent land , That covers all the past .. Here , too , are slumbering side by side , - Like brother - warriors true and tried , Two ...
... waves around my feet , As generations vast Are borne unto the dim - seen strand Of that untrodden , silent land , That covers all the past .. Here , too , are slumbering side by side , - Like brother - warriors true and tried , Two ...
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... waves , and the floods of Niagara by their matchless power and ceaseless thunderings , proclaim to the eye , and to the ear , and to the heart , the omnipotence of God . From their far distant sources and multitudinous dispersions , He ...
... waves , and the floods of Niagara by their matchless power and ceaseless thunderings , proclaim to the eye , and to the ear , and to the heart , the omnipotence of God . From their far distant sources and multitudinous dispersions , He ...
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... wild Ontario rolls the whitening wave , Where fair Ohio his pure current pours , And Mississippi laves the extended shores . And thou Supreme ! whose hand sustains this ball , THIRD READER . 59 Western Emigration Humphreys,
... wild Ontario rolls the whitening wave , Where fair Ohio his pure current pours , And Mississippi laves the extended shores . And thou Supreme ! whose hand sustains this ball , THIRD READER . 59 Western Emigration Humphreys,
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... waves , through the livelong night . It has a light , too , of its own , a soft and sparkling light , rivaling the stars ; and often does the ship which cuts its surface , leave streaming behind a milky way of dim and uncertain lustre ...
... waves , through the livelong night . It has a light , too , of its own , a soft and sparkling light , rivaling the stars ; and often does the ship which cuts its surface , leave streaming behind a milky way of dim and uncertain lustre ...
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Page 213 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony and shroud and pall And breathless darkness and the narrow house...
Page 242 - If we wish to be free ; if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending; if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon, until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained — we must fight ! I repeat it, sir, — we must fight ! An appeal to arms, and to the God of hosts, is all that is left us ! They tell us, sir, that we are weak, —...
Page 16 - Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! Let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Page 215 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those who in their turn shall follow them.
Page 229 - The graces taught in the schools, the costly ornaments and studied contrivances of speech shock and disgust men when their own lives and the fate of their wives, their children and their country hang on the decision of the hour. Then words have lost their power, rhetoric is vain and all elaborate oratory contemptible.
Page 215 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 147 - Oh, the grave ! the grave ! It buries every error, covers every defect, extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him...
Page 147 - But the grave of those we loved, what a place for meditation! There it is that we call up in long review the whole history of virtue and gentleness, and the thousand endearments lavished upon us, almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy; there it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness of the parting scene; the bed of death, with all its stifled griefs, its noiseless attendance, its mute, watchful assiduities.
Page 146 - No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul. If it has its woes, it has likewise its delights; and when the overwhelming burst of grief is calmed into the gentle tear of recollection...
Page 235 - With noiseless foot he paces the lonely hall, half lighted by the moon; he winds up the ascent of the stairs, and reaches the door of the chamber.