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... breathing air— Though hailed as gods of old , and only less , Are not the Power I seek ; are thine , not Thee ! I ask Thee from the Past : if , in the years , Since first intelligence could search its source , Or in some former ...
... breathing air— Though hailed as gods of old , and only less , Are not the Power I seek ; are thine , not Thee ! I ask Thee from the Past : if , in the years , Since first intelligence could search its source , Or in some former ...
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... breath of praise . Not through the rich Peruvian realms alone The fame of Sol's sweet daughter should be known , But o'er the world's wide clime should live secure , Far as his rays extend , as long as they endure . Dear Hasty Pudding ...
... breath of praise . Not through the rich Peruvian realms alone The fame of Sol's sweet daughter should be known , But o'er the world's wide clime should live secure , Far as his rays extend , as long as they endure . Dear Hasty Pudding ...
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... breath Echoes round the vale of death . Unhorsed , unhelmed , disdaining shield , The panting tyrant scours the field . Vengeance ! he meets thy dooming blade ! The Scourge of earth , the scorn of heaven , He falls unwept and unforgiven ...
... breath Echoes round the vale of death . Unhorsed , unhelmed , disdaining shield , The panting tyrant scours the field . Vengeance ! he meets thy dooming blade ! The Scourge of earth , the scorn of heaven , He falls unwept and unforgiven ...
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... breath , And why need ye sow the floods with death ? With mouldering bones the deeps are white , From the ice - clad pole to the tropics bright ; The mermaid hath twisted her fingers cold With the mesh of the sea - boy's curls of gold ...
... breath , And why need ye sow the floods with death ? With mouldering bones the deeps are white , From the ice - clad pole to the tropics bright ; The mermaid hath twisted her fingers cold With the mesh of the sea - boy's curls of gold ...
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... breath , that swayed at once All their green tops , stole over him , and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power , And inaccessible majesty . Ah , why Should we , in the world's riper years , neglect God's ancient ...
... breath , that swayed at once All their green tops , stole over him , and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power , And inaccessible majesty . Ah , why Should we , in the world's riper years , neglect God's ancient ...
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ANNABEL LEE apple-tree BABIE BELL beauty bells bend beneath bird bless blue BLUEBEARD bosom brave breast breath breeze bright brow burning cloud cold coursers dark dead death deep dream earth echo fair fairy fire floating flowers gaze gleam glory glow golden grave green hand hast hath hear heart heaven HELON hill holy hour JOHN MACBRIDE KATHIE MORRIS land leaves light lips living lonely look lyre morning never Nevermore night o'er pale passed prayer pride proud Quoth the Raven rapture roll round shade shadows shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star-spangled banner stars stream Styx sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought throne thundering bands toil tower tread tree Twas twill voice water-sprites wave weary WHIP-POOR-WILL wild wind wings witch-hazel youth
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Page 84 - ANATOPSIS. ^T*O 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 224 - WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE. •IT7OODMAN, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, , And I'll protect it now.
Page 280 - When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight...
Page 86 - The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling .wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Page 253 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 63 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
Page 94 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 86 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, 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 294 - Far in the Northern Land, By the wild Baltic's strand, I, with my childish hand, Tamed the gerfalcon ; And, with my skates fast-bound, Skimmed the half-frozen Sound, That the poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on.
Page 91 - In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.