PoemsCarey and Hart, 1847 - 378 páginas |
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... Living Lost Catterskill Falls • The Strange Lady Life • · · • • • " Earth's children cleave to earth " . 269 272 • · 277 280 283 • 285 287 · 292 295 • 298 LATER POEMS . The Hunter's Vision The Green Mountain Boys CONTENTS .
... Living Lost Catterskill Falls • The Strange Lady Life • · · • • • " Earth's children cleave to earth " . 269 272 • · 277 280 283 • 285 287 · 292 295 • 298 LATER POEMS . The Hunter's Vision The Green Mountain Boys CONTENTS .
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... living things , Swarms , the wide air is full of joyous wings , And myriads , still , are happy in the sleep Of ocean's azure gulfs , and where he flings The restless surge . Eternal Love doth keep In his complacent arms , the earth ...
... living things , Swarms , the wide air is full of joyous wings , And myriads , still , are happy in the sleep Of ocean's azure gulfs , and where he flings The restless surge . Eternal Love doth keep In his complacent arms , the earth ...
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... living , and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny . The gay will laugh When thou art gone , the solemn brood of care Plod on , and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom ; yet all ...
... living , and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny . The gay will laugh When thou art gone , the solemn brood of care Plod on , and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom ; yet all ...
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... living ! -they who never felt thy power , And know thee not . The curses of the wretch Whose crimes are ripe , his sufferings when thy hand Is on him , and the hour he dreads is come , Are writ among thy praises . But the good— Does he ...
... living ! -they who never felt thy power , And know thee not . The curses of the wretch Whose crimes are ripe , his sufferings when thy hand Is on him , and the hour he dreads is come , Are writ among thy praises . But the good— Does he ...
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... living blossom of the air . The flocks came scattering from the thicket , where The violent rain had pent them ; in the way Strolled groups of damsels frolicksome and fair ; The farmer swung the scythe or turned the hay , And ' twixt ...
... living blossom of the air . The flocks came scattering from the thicket , where The violent rain had pent them ; in the way Strolled groups of damsels frolicksome and fair ; The farmer swung the scythe or turned the hay , And ' twixt ...
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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...