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... to act the unstudied part , To mix in friendship , and to blend the heart ; To choose those happy themes which all must feel The moral duties and the household weal , The tale of sympathy , the kind design , Where DWIGHT . 25.
... to act the unstudied part , To mix in friendship , and to blend the heart ; To choose those happy themes which all must feel The moral duties and the household weal , The tale of sympathy , the kind design , Where DWIGHT . 25.
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... heart and palate chaste Preserve my pure , hereditary taste . There are who strive to stamp with disrepute The luscious food , because it feeds the brute ; In tropes of high - strained wit , while gaudy prigs Compare thy nursling man to ...
... heart and palate chaste Preserve my pure , hereditary taste . There are who strive to stamp with disrepute The luscious food , because it feeds the brute ; In tropes of high - strained wit , while gaudy prigs Compare thy nursling man to ...
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... heart . Yet still did the heart of fair Ellen implore A something that could not be found ; Like a sailor she seemed on a desolate shore , With nor house , nor a tree , nor a sound but the roar Of breakers high dashing around . · From ...
... heart . Yet still did the heart of fair Ellen implore A something that could not be found ; Like a sailor she seemed on a desolate shore , With nor house , nor a tree , nor a sound but the roar Of breakers high dashing around . · From ...
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... heart , and drawn his benison ! Pride of the West ! beneath thy placid light The tender tale shall never more be ... hearts of oak- Follow with unflinching tread Where the noble fathers led . Craft and subtle treachery , Gallant youth ...
... heart , and drawn his benison ! Pride of the West ! beneath thy placid light The tender tale shall never more be ... hearts of oak- Follow with unflinching tread Where the noble fathers led . Craft and subtle treachery , Gallant youth ...
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... heart is stone ; His ear hath caught the knell— " Tis done ! ' tis done ! Behold him from the chamber rushing , Where his dead monarch's blood is gushing : Look , where he trembling stands , Sad , gazing there , Life's smoking crimson ...
... heart is stone ; His ear hath caught the knell— " Tis done ! ' tis done ! Behold him from the chamber rushing , Where his dead monarch's blood is gushing : Look , where he trembling stands , Sad , gazing there , Life's smoking crimson ...
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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.