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... o'er their forfeit land of birth , Their distant dear ones ? - Long , with straining eyes They watch the lessening speck . - Heard ye no shriek Of anguish , when that bitter loneliness Sank down into their bosoms ? -No ! they turn Back ...
... o'er their forfeit land of birth , Their distant dear ones ? - Long , with straining eyes They watch the lessening speck . - Heard ye no shriek Of anguish , when that bitter loneliness Sank down into their bosoms ? -No ! they turn Back ...
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... o'er - how dense and bright Yon pearly clouds reposing lie ! Cloud above cloud , a glorious sight , Contrasting with the dark blue sky ! In grateful silence earth receives The general blessing ; fresh and fair , Each flower expands its ...
... o'er - how dense and bright Yon pearly clouds reposing lie ! Cloud above cloud , a glorious sight , Contrasting with the dark blue sky ! In grateful silence earth receives The general blessing ; fresh and fair , Each flower expands its ...
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... o'er each rolling mass ! And the path of the gentle winds is seen , Where the small waves dance , and the young woods lean . " And see , where the brighter day - beams pour , How the rainbows hang in the sunny shower ; And the morn and ...
... o'er each rolling mass ! And the path of the gentle winds is seen , Where the small waves dance , and the young woods lean . " And see , where the brighter day - beams pour , How the rainbows hang in the sunny shower ; And the morn and ...
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... o'er the western sky Dark clouds for a glorious canopy ; And round the skirts of each sweeping fold , She paints a border of crimson and gold , Where the lingering sunbeams love to stay , When their god in his glory has passed away ...
... o'er the western sky Dark clouds for a glorious canopy ; And round the skirts of each sweeping fold , She paints a border of crimson and gold , Where the lingering sunbeams love to stay , When their god in his glory has passed away ...
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... ; For plenty here her fullness pours In rich profusion o'er the land , And sent to seize her generous store , There prowls no tyrant's hireling band . K Great God ! we thank thee for this home- This THIRD READER . 109.
... ; For plenty here her fullness pours In rich profusion o'er the land , And sent to seize her generous store , There prowls no tyrant's hireling band . K Great God ! we thank thee for this home- This THIRD READER . 109.
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Page 213 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
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 15 - Some place the bliss in action, some in ease, Those call it pleasure, and contentment these...
Page 222 - Let our object be, our country, our whole country, and nothing but our country. And, by the blessing of God, may that country itself become a vast and splendid monument, not of oppression and terror, but of wisdom, of peace, and of liberty, upon which the world may gazo with admiration, forever I VOL.
Page 13 - But Paul said unto them, They have beaten us openly uncondemned, being Romans, and have cast us into prison ; and now do they thrust us out privily? nay verily; but let them come themselves and fetch us out.
Page 228 - Affected passion, intense expression, the pomp of declamation, all may aspire after it — they cannot reach it.
Page 222 - Our proper business is improvement. Let our age be the age of improvement. In a day of peace, let us advance the arts of peace and the works of peace. Let us develop the resources of our land, call forth its powers, build up its institutions, promote all its great interests, and see whether we also, in our day and generation, may not perform something worthy to be remembered.
Page 250 - Happy in the confirmation of our independence and sovereignty, and pleased with the opportunity afforded the United States of becoming a respectable nation, I resign with satisfaction the appointment I accepted with diffidence, — a diffidence in my abilities to accomplish so arduous a task ; which, however, was superseded by a confidence in the rectitude of our cause, the support of the supreme power of the Union, and the patronage of heaven.
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 moldering before him.
Page 148 - If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent; if thou art a husband, and hast ever caused the fond bosom that ventured its whole happiness in thy arms to doubt one moment of thy kindness or thy truth...