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... GLEAM OF SUNSHINE THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD NUREMBERG • THE NORMAN BARON RAIN IN SUMMER • · 201 · 204 206 208 210 213 215 219 · 225 THE BRIDGE • • • 227 ΤΟ 66 THE DRIVING CLOUD " • 230 SONGS : TO A CHILD THE OCCULTATION OF ORION ...
... GLEAM OF SUNSHINE THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD NUREMBERG • THE NORMAN BARON RAIN IN SUMMER • · 201 · 204 206 208 210 213 215 219 · 225 THE BRIDGE • • • 227 ΤΟ 66 THE DRIVING CLOUD " • 230 SONGS : TO A CHILD THE OCCULTATION OF ORION ...
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... gleam of her lamp and her shadow . Yet were her thoughts of him , and at times a feeling of sadness Passed o'er her soul , as the sailing shade of clouds in the moon- light Flitted across the floor and darkened the room for a moment ...
... gleam of her lamp and her shadow . Yet were her thoughts of him , and at times a feeling of sadness Passed o'er her soul , as the sailing shade of clouds in the moon- light Flitted across the floor and darkened the room for a moment ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Far from its margin at times , and seeing the gleam of its water Here and there , in some open space , and at intervals only ; Then drawing nearer its banks , through sylvan glooms that conceal it , Though he ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Far from its margin at times , and seeing the gleam of its water Here and there , in some open space , and at intervals only ; Then drawing nearer its banks , through sylvan glooms that conceal it , Though he ...
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... gleam of the moonlight , Like the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened and devious spirit . Nearer and round about her , the manifold flowers of the garden Poured out their soul in odours , that were their prayers and confessions Unto ...
... gleam of the moonlight , Like the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened and devious spirit . Nearer and round about her , the manifold flowers of the garden Poured out their soul in odours , that were their prayers and confessions Unto ...
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... gleam of light , A flame , which , glaring at its height , Grew dim and died ? So many a duke of royal name , Marquis and count of spotless fame , And baron brave , That might the sword of empire wield , All these , O Death , hast thou ...
... gleam of light , A flame , which , glaring at its height , Grew dim and died ? So many a duke of royal name , Marquis and count of spotless fame , And baron brave , That might the sword of empire wield , All these , O Death , hast thou ...
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Page 209 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Page 68 - 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. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled...
Page 169 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Page 145 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane. "Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!
Page 235 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That, follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 147 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
Page 3 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 255 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 287 - THE BUILDERS. ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time : Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Page 777 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide, And the dead captains, as they lay In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay, Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.