The Emigrant: And Other Poems

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Rollo & Adam, 1861 - 236 páginas

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Página 97 - GOD. GOD of the great old solemn woods, God of the desert solitudes And trackless sea, God of the crowded city vast, God of the present and the past, Can man know Thee ? God of the blue sky overhead, Of the green earth on which we tread, Of time and space, God of the worlds which Time conceals, God of the worlds which Death reveals To all our race, From out Thy wrath the earthquakes leap And shake the world's foundation deep, Till Nature groans: In agony the mountains call, And ocean...
Página 13 - Land of mighty lake and forest ! Where the winter's locks are hoarest ; Where the summer's leaf is greenest ; And the winter's bite the keenest ; Where the autumn's leaf is...
Página 99 - And the daisies decked with pearls Richer than the proudest earls On their mantles wear. These Thy preachers of the wild-wood, Keep they not the heart of childhood Fresh within us still? Spite of all our life's sad story, There are gleams of Thee and glory In the daffodil. And old Nature's heart rejoices, And the rivers lift their voices, And the sounding sea, And the mountains old and hoary, With their diadems of glory, Shout, Lord, to Thee!
Página 120 - And churned hersel into silver white, Into bubbles green and gay, And rumbled round in her wild delight, 'Neath the rainbow's lovely ray ; And swirled, and sank, and rose to the brim. Like the snawdrift on the lee, And then in bells o' the rainbow's rim, She sang awa
Página 206 - And pious folks with their tracts, When our dens they enter in, They point to our shirtless backs, As the fruits of beer and gin.
Página 122 - Are but a phase of the soul's troubled dream. Mystery! mystery! All is a mystery! Heart-throbs of anguish and joy's gentle dew, Fall from a fountain Beyond the great mountain, Whose summits forever are lost in the blue. Mystery! mystery! All is a mystery! The sigh of the night winds, the song of the waves: The visions that borrow Their brightness from sorrow, The tales which flowers tell us, the voices of graves. Mystery! mystery! All is a mystery! Ah, there is nothing we wholly see through! We are...
Página 182 - Where'er we may wander, Whate'er be our lot, The heart's first affections Still cling to the spot Where first a fond mother With rapture has prest, Or sung us to slumber, In peace on her breast. Where love first allured us, And fondly we hung On the magical music Which fell from her tongue ! Tho' wise ones may tell us 'Twas foolish and vain, Yet, when shall we drink of Such glory again ? Where hope first beguiled us, And spells o'er us cast, And told us her visions Of beauty would last; That earth...
Página 132 - Puir auld John Tamson's bairns. There's ne'er been country yet nor kin But has some weary flaw, And he's the likest God aboon Who loves them ane and a'; And after a...

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