Poetical WorksF. Warne, 1878 - 656 pages |
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... mighty river roars between , And whosoever looks therein Sees the heavens all black with sin , Sees not its depths , nor bounds . " Athwart the swinging branches cast , Soft rays of sunshine pour ; Then comes the fearful wintry blast ...
... mighty river roars between , And whosoever looks therein Sees the heavens all black with sin , Sees not its depths , nor bounds . " Athwart the swinging branches cast , Soft rays of sunshine pour ; Then comes the fearful wintry blast ...
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... mighty trees , In many a lazy syllable , repeating Their old poetic legends to the wind . And this is the sweet spirit , that doth fill The world ; and , in these wayward days of youth , My busy fancy oft embodies it , As a bright image ...
... mighty trees , In many a lazy syllable , repeating Their old poetic legends to the wind . And this is the sweet spirit , that doth fill The world ; and , in these wayward days of youth , My busy fancy oft embodies it , As a bright image ...
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... mighty torrents stray , Thither the brook pursues its way , And tinkling rill . There all are equal ; side by side The poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still . I will not here invoke the throng Of orators and sons of song ...
... mighty torrents stray , Thither the brook pursues its way , And tinkling rill . There all are equal ; side by side The poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still . I will not here invoke the throng Of orators and sons of song ...
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... mighty power , The dancers wore ? And he who next the sceptre swayed , Henry , whose royal court displayed Such power and pride ; The parting hour ? His other brothers , proud and high , Masters , who , in prosperity , Might rival kings ...
... mighty power , The dancers wore ? And he who next the sceptre swayed , Henry , whose royal court displayed Such power and pride ; The parting hour ? His other brothers , proud and high , Masters , who , in prosperity , Might rival kings ...
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... mighty shadow in ; With manner bland Doth ask the maiden's hand , Doth with her the dance begin . Danced in sable iron sark , Danced a measure weird and dark , Coldly clasped her limbs around ; From breast and hair Down fall from her ...
... mighty shadow in ; With manner bland Doth ask the maiden's hand , Doth with her the dance begin . Danced in sable iron sark , Danced a measure weird and dark , Coldly clasped her limbs around ; From breast and hair Down fall from her ...
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Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold beneath birds breath brooklet Chibiabos Chispa cloud cried Dacotahs dark dead death door dreams earth EPIMETHEUS Evangeline eyes face fair father feet fire flowers forest gazed Gitche Gumee gleam golden Grand-Pré guests Gypsy hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light listen look loud maiden meadow mighty Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning Mudjekeewis night o'er old Nokomis Osseo passed Pau-Puk-Keewis paused pray prayer Prec river rose round rushing sails Sandalphon sang shadow shining ships Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake Standish stars stood sunshine sweet tale Tharaw thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum wandered waves whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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Page 90 - THE ARROW AND THE SONG. I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end I found again in the heart of a friend.
Page 126 - UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock...
Page 235 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventyfive ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village...
Page 225 - THE CHILDREN'S HOUR. BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Page 3 - The Reaper and the Flowers There is a Reaper whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. "Shall I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.
Page 219 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town ; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still : "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 2 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 130 - Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build. Truly shape and fashion these ; Leave no yawning gaps between ; Think not, because no man sees, Such things will remain unseen. In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care, Each minute and unseen part ; For the Gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen ; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete, Standing in these walls of Time,...
Page 87 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 95 - Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows. West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain ; and away to the northward Blomidon...