PoemsCarey and Hart, 1847 - 378 páginas |
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... When lived the honoured sage whose death we wept , And the soft virtues beamed from many an eye , And beat in many a heart that long has slept , — Like spots of earth where angel - feet have stepped— B 2 17 POEMS The Ages POEMS POEMS.
... When lived the honoured sage whose death we wept , And the soft virtues beamed from many an eye , And beat in many a heart that long has slept , — Like spots of earth where angel - feet have stepped— B 2 17 POEMS The Ages POEMS POEMS.
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William Cullen Bryant. Like spots of earth where angel - feet have stepped— Are holy ; and high - dreaming bards have told Of times when worth was crowned , and faith was kept , Ere friendship grew a snare , or love waxed cold- Those ...
William Cullen Bryant. Like spots of earth where angel - feet have stepped— Are holy ; and high - dreaming bards have told Of times when worth was crowned , and faith was kept , Ere friendship grew a snare , or love waxed cold- Those ...
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... feet of history - through the night Of years the steps of virtue she shall trace , And show the earlier ages , where her sight Can pierce the eternal shadows o'er their face ; — When , from the genial cradle of our race , Went forth the ...
... feet of history - through the night Of years the steps of virtue she shall trace , And show the earlier ages , where her sight Can pierce the eternal shadows o'er their face ; — When , from the genial cradle of our race , Went forth the ...
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... feet , and all Its kingdoms melt into one mighty realm— Thou , while his head is loftiest and his heart Blasphemes , imagining his own right hand Almighty , thou dost set thy sudden grasp Upon him , and the links of that strong chain ...
... feet , and all Its kingdoms melt into one mighty realm— Thou , while his head is loftiest and his heart Blasphemes , imagining his own right hand Almighty , thou dost set thy sudden grasp Upon him , and the links of that strong chain ...
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... join the blessed , And , wondering what detains my feet From the bright land of rest , Dost seem , in every sound , to hear The rustling of my footsteps near . ' " " ODE FOR AN AGRICULTURAL CELEBRATION . FAR back in the 72 POEMS .
... join the blessed , And , wondering what detains my feet From the bright land of rest , Dost seem , in every sound , to hear The rustling of my footsteps near . ' " " ODE FOR AN AGRICULTURAL CELEBRATION . FAR back in the 72 POEMS .
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Términos y frases comunes
ages amid beam beauty beneath birds blood bloom blossoms blue boughs bound breath breeze bright bright land brook brow calm clouds cold dark day-dawn dead Deadly assassin death deep deer dwell earth fair flowers forest gaze gentle glad glen glide glorious glory grass grave Greece green groves guilt hand hear heart heaven hills hour hymn insect wings land leaves light look lovely stream maid maiden maize Maquon mighty morocco mountain murmur night o'er Oh father pass peace pleasant race rest rill Rizpah rocks round savannas shade shine sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sound sparkles of light spirit spring stream summer sweet swell tears thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thousand cheerful trees tribes vale voice wandering warrior watch weep wild wind-flower winds wings woods youth youthful voices
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Página 39 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Página 31 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Página 31 - To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Página 129 - Thou art in the soft winds That run along the summit of these trees In music ; thou art in the cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee.
Página 32 - His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Página 30 - 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 gentle sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Página 205 - God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the...
Página 172 - Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around ; When even the deep blue heavens look glad, And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground ? There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren, And the gossip of swallows through all the sky ; The ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den, And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
Página 32 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings, yet the dead are there...
Página 151 - THE melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, And meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, The autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, And to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, And from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow Through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...