Gems of PoetryS. Andrus and son, 1850 - 252 páginas |
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... mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land ! Majestic monarch of the cloud ! Who rear'st aloft thy regal form , To hear the tempest trumping loud , And see the lightning - lances driven , When stride the warriors of the storm , 16 THE ...
... mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land ! Majestic monarch of the cloud ! Who rear'st aloft thy regal form , To hear the tempest trumping loud , And see the lightning - lances driven , When stride the warriors of the storm , 16 THE ...
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... mighty host behind , And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind . Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil : We talk the battle over , And share the battle's spoil . The woodland rings with laugh and ...
... mighty host behind , And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind . Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil : We talk the battle over , And share the battle's spoil . The woodland rings with laugh and ...
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... fair , at least more strong , Grave of the mighty dead , the living mean ! Can nothing rouse ye both ? no tyrant's wrong , No memory of the brave , of what has been ? 30 ITALY . Yon broken arch once spoke of triumph 3 *
... fair , at least more strong , Grave of the mighty dead , the living mean ! Can nothing rouse ye both ? no tyrant's wrong , No memory of the brave , of what has been ? 30 ITALY . Yon broken arch once spoke of triumph 3 *
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... mighty deep And there should be her grave . Nail to the mast her holy flag , Set every threadbare sail , And give her to the god of storms- The lightning and the gale ! THE SEA - BIRD'S SONG . BY J. G. BRAINARD . On the deep is the ...
... mighty deep And there should be her grave . Nail to the mast her holy flag , Set every threadbare sail , And give her to the god of storms- The lightning and the gale ! THE SEA - BIRD'S SONG . BY J. G. BRAINARD . On the deep is the ...
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... mighty music of that horn , On midnight's fathomless profound ! THANATOPSIS . BY W. C. BRYANT . 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 ...
... mighty music of that horn , On midnight's fathomless profound ! THANATOPSIS . BY W. C. BRYANT . 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 ...
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ALARIC Alloway Kirk beams beauty beneath bird blessed bloom blue bowers brave breast breath breeze bright brow burning cheek clouds cold dark dead death deep didst dreams earth fading fair flowers gale gathered gaze gentle gleam glory glow gone grave green hath hear heart heaven hills holy hope hour leaf light linger lips lonely look lyre memory Mermaid's hair mighty morning mountain mourn N. P. WILLIS never night o'er ocean pale PARK BENJAMIN PILGRIM FATHERS pinions poet's power of melody R. H. DANA roll rose round Scots wha hae sea-bird shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul spirit stars stood storm stream sweet tears tempest THANATOPSIS thee thine thou art thou wert thoughts throne thunder thundering bands thy dreaming torrent streaming tread voice wake wandering waves wild wind wing withered youth
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Página 93 - TO A WATERFOWL Whither, 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.
Página 95 - There is a Power whose care teaches thy way along that pathless coast, the desert and illimitable air — lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, at that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, though the dark night is near.
Página 41 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Página 48 - 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...
Página 163 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice In echoing hearts A sound must long remain ; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers.
Página 42 - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Página 17 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Página 17 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Página 19 - That lifts his tossing mane. A moment in the British camp — A moment — and away Back to the pathless forest, Before the peep of day. Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs ; Their hearts are all with Marion, For Marion are their prayers. And lovely ladies greet our band With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer, And tears like those of spring. For them we wear these trusty arms, And lay them down no more Till we have driven the Briton, Forever, from our...
Página 18 - Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near ! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear : When, waking to their tents on fire, They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again...