PoemsCarey and Hart, 1847 - 378 pages |
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... Dead : XIV . And tombs of monarchs to the clouds up - piled— They perished - but the eternal tombs remain- And the black precipice , abrupt and wild , Pierced by long toil and hollowed to a fane ; — Huge piers and frowning forms of gods ...
... Dead : XIV . And tombs of monarchs to the clouds up - piled— They perished - but the eternal tombs remain- And the black precipice , abrupt and wild , Pierced by long toil and hollowed to a fane ; — Huge piers and frowning forms of gods ...
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... dead are there : And millions in those solitudes , since first The flight of years began , have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone . So shalt thou rest - and what if thou withdraw Unheeded by the living ...
... dead are there : And millions in those solitudes , since first The flight of years began , have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone . So shalt thou rest - and what if thou withdraw Unheeded by the living ...
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... dead By the vast solemn skirts of the old groves , And the fresh virgin soil poured forth strange flowers About their graves ; and the familiar shades Of their own native isle , and wonted blooms , And herbs were wanting , which the ...
... dead By the vast solemn skirts of the old groves , And the fresh virgin soil poured forth strange flowers About their graves ; and the familiar shades Of their own native isle , and wonted blooms , And herbs were wanting , which the ...
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... dead . Yet here , Nature , rebuking the neglect of man , Plants often , by the ancient mossy stone , The brier rose , and upon the broken turf That clothes the fresher grave , the strawberry vine Sprinkles its swell with blossoms , and ...
... dead . Yet here , Nature , rebuking the neglect of man , Plants often , by the ancient mossy stone , The brier rose , and upon the broken turf That clothes the fresher grave , the strawberry vine Sprinkles its swell with blossoms , and ...
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... dead . For ages , on the silent forests here , Thy beams did fall before the red man came To dwell beneath them ; in their shade the deer Fed , and feared not the arrow's deadly aim . Nor tree was felled , in all that world of woods ...
... dead . For ages , on the silent forests here , Thy beams did fall before the red man came To dwell beneath them ; in their shade the deer Fed , and feared not the arrow's deadly aim . Nor tree was felled , in all that world of woods ...
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Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 32 - His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...