Poems, Volume 2Ticknor and Fields, 1850 - American poetry |
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... Gleamed redder than the n Among the long , black rafters The wavering shadows lay , And the current that came fro Seemed to lift and bear ther As , sweeping and eddying thro Rose the belated tide , And , streaming into the moonli The ...
... Gleamed redder than the n Among the long , black rafters The wavering shadows lay , And the current that came fro Seemed to lift and bear ther As , sweeping and eddying thro Rose the belated tide , And , streaming into the moonli The ...
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... gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows . When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home - brewed ale , ah ! fair in sooth was ...
... gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows . When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home - brewed ale , ah ! fair in sooth was ...
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... gleamed in the soft , sweet air the Basin of Minas , Where the ships , with their wavering shadows , were riding at anchor . Life had long been astir in the village , and clam- orous labor Knocked with its hundred hands at the golden ...
... gleamed in the soft , sweet air the Basin of Minas , Where the ships , with their wavering shadows , were riding at anchor . Life had long been astir in the village , and clam- orous labor Knocked with its hundred hands at the golden ...
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... - ther , forgive them ! " Then came the evening service . The tapers gleamed from the altar . Fervent and deep was the voice of the priest , and the people responded , Not with their lips alone , but their hearts ; EVANGELINE . 197.
... - ther , forgive them ! " Then came the evening service . The tapers gleamed from the altar . Fervent and deep was the voice of the priest , and the people responded , Not with their lips alone , but their hearts ; EVANGELINE . 197.
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... gleamed no lights from the windows . But on the shores meanwhile the evening fires had been kindled , Built of the drift - wood thrown on the sands from wrecks in the tempest . Round them shapes of gloom and sorrowful faces were ...
... gleamed no lights from the windows . But on the shores meanwhile the evening fires had been kindled , Built of the drift - wood thrown on the sands from wrecks in the tempest . Round them shapes of gloom and sorrowful faces were ...
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Page 22 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Page 343 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
Page 126 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 73 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Page 138 - This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Page 342 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Page 304 - Standing before Her father's door, He saw the form of his promised bride. The sun shone on her golden hair, And her cheek was glowing fresh and fair, With the breath of morn and the soft sea air.
Page 137 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 141 - 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.
Page 189 - This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred? Lo! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you! See! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion! Hark! how those lips still repeat the prayer, 'O Father, forgive them!