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... passed by the spot , and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird . ' Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending , a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide , And ...
... passed by the spot , and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird . ' Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending , a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide , And ...
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... passing in haste- What matter ! he's caught - and his time runs to waste-- The Newsman is stopped , though he stops on the fret , And the half - breathless Lamplighter - he's in the net ! The Porter sits down on the weight which he bore ...
... passing in haste- What matter ! he's caught - and his time runs to waste-- The Newsman is stopped , though he stops on the fret , And the half - breathless Lamplighter - he's in the net ! The Porter sits down on the weight which he bore ...
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... passing thus the livelong day , She grew to woman's height . There came a Youth from Georgia's shore- A military casque he wore , With splendid feathers drest ; He brought them from the Cherokees ; The feathers nodded in the breeze ...
... passing thus the livelong day , She grew to woman's height . There came a Youth from Georgia's shore- A military casque he wore , With splendid feathers drest ; He brought them from the Cherokees ; The feathers nodded in the breeze ...
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... indeed , with thee So passed in quiet bliss , And all the while , " said he , " to know That we were in a world of woe , On such an earth as this ! " And then he sometimes interwove Fond thoughts about a father's NARRATIVE POEMS . 25.
... indeed , with thee So passed in quiet bliss , And all the while , " said he , " to know That we were in a world of woe , On such an earth as this ! " And then he sometimes interwove Fond thoughts about a father's NARRATIVE POEMS . 25.
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... passed her on the hills Setting her little water - mills By spouts and fountains wild— Such small machinery as she turned Ere she had wept , ere she had mourned , A young and happy child ! Farewell ! and when thy days are told , Ill ...
... passed her on the hills Setting her little water - mills By spouts and fountains wild— Such small machinery as she turned Ere she had wept , ere she had mourned , A young and happy child ! Farewell ! and when thy days are told , Ill ...
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Page 224 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Page 206 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Page 202 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all.
Page 202 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
Page 188 - It is the generous spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought : Whose high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright : Who, with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn ; Abides by this resolve, and stops not there, But makes his moral being his prime care ; Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity...
Page 3 - She had a rustic, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Page 216 - The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed I had, my Country ! — am I to be blamed ? But when I think of thee, and what thou art, Verily, in the bottom of my heart, Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee ; we who find In thee a bulwark for the cause of men...
Page 200 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face...
Page 200 - The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control; But in the quietness of thought : Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance-desires: My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.
Page 62 - Man, not all alive nor dead, Nor all asleep — in his extreme old age: His body was bent double, feet and head Coming together in life's pilgrimage; As if some dire constraint of pain, or rage Of sickness felt by him in times long past, A more than human weight upon his frame had cast.