PoemsCarey and Hart, 1847 - 378 pages |
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Page 22
... sweet air , nor foot of man dares tread The long and perilous ways - the Cities of the 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 ...
... sweet air , nor foot of man dares tread The long and perilous ways - the Cities of the 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 ...
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... Sweet , as when winter storms have ceased to chide , And all the new - leaved woods , resounding wide , Send out wild hymns upon the scented air . Lo ! to the smiling Arno's classic side The emulous nations of the west repair , And ...
... Sweet , as when winter storms have ceased to chide , And all the new - leaved woods , resounding wide , Send out wild hymns upon the scented air . Lo ! to the smiling Arno's classic side The emulous nations of the west repair , And ...
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... of years , matron , and maid , And the sweet babe , and the gray - headed man , — Shall one by one be gathered to thy side , By those , who in their turn shall follow them . So live , that when thy summons comes to join 34 POEMS .
... of years , matron , and maid , And the sweet babe , and the gray - headed man , — Shall one by one be gathered to thy side , By those , who in their turn shall follow them . So live , that when thy summons comes to join 34 POEMS .
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... Sweet flower , I love , in forest bare , To meet thee , when thy faint perfume . Alone is in the virgin air . Of all her train , the hands of Spring First plant thee in the watery mould , And I have seen thee blossoming Beside the snow ...
... Sweet flower , I love , in forest bare , To meet thee , when thy faint perfume . Alone is in the virgin air . Of all her train , the hands of Spring First plant thee in the watery mould , And I have seen thee blossoming Beside the snow ...
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... sweet breeze That makes the green leaves dance , shall waft a balm To thy sick heart . Thou wilt find nothing here Of all that pained thee in the haunts of men And made thee loathe thy life . The primal curse Fell , it is true , upon ...
... sweet breeze That makes the green leaves dance , shall waft a balm To thy sick heart . Thou wilt find nothing here Of all that pained thee in the haunts of men And made thee loathe thy life . The primal curse Fell , it is true , upon ...
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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...