Miscellaneous Poems Selected from the United States Literary GazetteCummings, Hilliard, and Harrison Gray, 1826 - 172 páginas |
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... of priestly sin and all Its long upheld idolatries shall fall . Thou shalt raise up the trampled and opprest , And thy delivered saints shall dwell in rest . TO AN UNKNOWN FLOWER IN A SECLUDED SPOT . Sweet 4 Hymn of the Waldenses BRYANT.
... of priestly sin and all Its long upheld idolatries shall fall . Thou shalt raise up the trampled and opprest , And thy delivered saints shall dwell in rest . TO AN UNKNOWN FLOWER IN A SECLUDED SPOT . Sweet 4 Hymn of the Waldenses BRYANT.
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TO AN UNKNOWN FLOWER IN A SECLUDED SPOT . Sweet little flower , so gaily drest , With nature's charms so richly blest , Thou giv'st me pleasure . Although thy name I know it not , I'll meditate upon thy lot , Now I'm at leisure . On ...
TO AN UNKNOWN FLOWER IN A SECLUDED SPOT . Sweet little flower , so gaily drest , With nature's charms so richly blest , Thou giv'st me pleasure . Although thy name I know it not , I'll meditate upon thy lot , Now I'm at leisure . On ...
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... Sweet little flower , in thee I see An emblem of mortality And man's sad fate . Like thine , thus dubious is his lot , Not sure to live in any spot , Or any state : Sometimes he's tost on trouble's billow ; Sometimes he rests on ...
... Sweet little flower , in thee I see An emblem of mortality And man's sad fate . Like thine , thus dubious is his lot , Not sure to live in any spot , Or any state : Sometimes he's tost on trouble's billow ; Sometimes he rests on ...
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... Sweet flowers are springing , and the air Is full of balm , -but where is she ! They bade her wed a son of pride , And leave the hopes she cherished long : She loved but one , —and would not hide A 12 Dirge over a nameless Grave LONGFELLOW.
... Sweet flowers are springing , and the air Is full of balm , -but where is she ! They bade her wed a son of pride , And leave the hopes she cherished long : She loved but one , —and would not hide A 12 Dirge over a nameless Grave LONGFELLOW.
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... sweet spot shall soothe their wo . The notes of happy birds alone Shall there disturb the silent air ; And when the cheerful sun goes down , His beams shall linger longest there . And if , when soft night breezes wake , Roving among the ...
... sweet spot shall soothe their wo . The notes of happy birds alone Shall there disturb the silent air ; And when the cheerful sun goes down , His beams shall linger longest there . And if , when soft night breezes wake , Roving among the ...
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Página 45 - 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.
Página 48 - God ! when thou Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts, or fill, With all the waters of the firmament, The swift dark whirlwind that uproots...
Página 95 - The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies, I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies. Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild, stormy month ! in praise of thee ; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.
Página 19 - They waste us — ay — like April snow In the warm noon, we shrink away ; And fast they follow, as we go Towards the setting day, — Till they shall fill the land, and we Are driven into the western sea.
Página 46 - Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees. They in thy sun Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot towards heaven.
Página 45 - And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty. Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised?
Página 46 - 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. Here is continual worship. Nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird, Passes ; and yon clear spring, that midst its herbs Wells softly forth, and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of all the good it does.
Página 98 - The waving verdure rolls along the plain, And the wide forest weaves, To welcome back its playful mates again, A canopy of leaves ; And from its darkening shadow floats A gush of trembling notes. Fairer and brighter spreads the reign of May , The tresses of the woods With the light dallying of the west-wind play ; And the full-brimming floods, As gladly to their goal they run, Hail the returning sun.
Página 103 - There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, Pouring new glory on the autumn woods, And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds.
Página 59 - Take thy banner! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale, When the clarion's music thrills To the hearts of these lone hills, When the spear in conflict shakes, And the strong lance shivering breaks. "Take thy banner! and, beneath The battle-cloud's encircling wreath, Guard it!