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angels arms Atonement BALLADS banner beautiful behold Beware birds blessed blossom blue bosom breast breath bride bright brooklet church clouds COPLAS DE MANRIQUE crown dark dead Death deep DISMAL SWAMP doth dreams earth eternal Excelsior eyes faith fall father fear flame flowers forest gentle gleam glorious glory goblet golden grave green hair hand hear heart heaven HESPERUS holy leaves Life's light lips looks LOPE DE VEGA LORD'S SUPPER Luck of Edenhall maiden merry midnight moon morning night o'er Pentecost poem pray prayer psalm QUADROON red planet Mars river round sail sang shadows shalt Silent Land silver Singing SKELETON IN ARMOR slave sleep slumbering smile snow soft solemn song sorrows soul sound spake spirit stand stars steed stood Sweden Swedish sweet tears thine thou art Thou hast Uclés unto village voice wave weary wild wind wings woods ye children youth
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Page 191 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
Page 268 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!" A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior! "Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! "Beware the awful avalanche!
Page 180 - But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders.
Page 28 - Oh, fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Page 240 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Page 41 - Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll ; They are chanting solemn masses, Singing, " Pray for this poor soul, Pray, — pray!" And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain...
Page 183 - She was a Prince's child, I but a Viking wild, And though she blushed and smiled, I was discarded! Should not the dove so white Follow the sea-mew's flight, Why did they leave that night Her nest unguarded? "Scarce had I put to sea, Bearing the maid with me, — Fairest of all was she Among the Norsemen ! — When on the white sea-strand, Waving his armed hand, Saw we old Hildebrand, With twenty horsemen.
Page 24 - 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." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
Page 23 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 30 - Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more ; He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the roadside fell and perished, Weary with the march of life...