Harp of the Vale: A Collection of Poems |
Common terms and phrases
angels Bantam BARD beautiful billows bliss bloom blossoms bowers brave breath bright bright eye brow cast cheek cherished clime cold COUNTRY GIRLS dark dead death doom dreams dust dwell dying earth faded fair FALL OF POLAND fame farewell flowers forever friends gloom glorious glory glow gone grave harp hath heart Heaven hopes hopes and fears hour immortal land Life's light live lone lyre maiden mirth MISANTHROPE morn mountain mourn muse neath never NEW-ENGLAND night numbers o'er thee pass perchance phantom phiz prayer pure rapture REDELIA renown rills riven roar scenes SEMINOLES seraph shade shine shore sigh SKEPTIC skies sleep smile sorrow soul spirit star storm strife sweet tears tempests thine thou art thou hast thoughts thy dreamings tomb tread TRIUMPHS OF LOVE trod unforgiven vale voice wake wave ween wild young youth
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Page 84 - LAND of the forest and the rock, Of dark blue lake and mighty river, Of mountains reared aloft to mock The storm's career, the lightning's shock, My own green land forever...
Page 138 - The 5th of May came amid wind and rain. Napoleon's passing spirit was deliriously engaged in a strife more terrible than that of the elements around. ^The words " tete d'armee," the last which escaped his lips, intimated that his thoughts were watching the current of a heady fight.
Page 65 - Pawhattan, a Delaware, or an Abenaquis, struck terror to the heart of a pale-face ; but now the Seminole is singing his last song. " Some of the speeches of Shenandoah, a celebrated Oneida chief, contain the truest touches of natural eloquence. He lived to a great age ; and in his last oration in council, he opened with the following sublime and beautiful sentence : ' Brothers — / am an aged hemlock. The...
Page 149 - ... there are the fields where in boyhood we played ; — And there is the dwelling that sheltered us then ; No more shall its ancient walls echo our tread, No more at its altars in prayer shall we bow ; The friends it enfolded are scattered or dead, And the faces are strange that are gathered there now. Sweet vale of my childhood ! reluctant I turn From scenes that have been and must ever be dear ; And, long as the fires of affection shall burn, Thoughts of thee shall awaken a smile and a tear....
Page 23 - THERE sits a woman on the brow Of yonder rocky height; There, gazing o'er the waves below, She sits from morn till night. She heeds not how the mad waves leap Along the rugged shore; She looks for one upon the deep, She never may see more.
Page 152 - Ye angels of love, and ye phantoms of glory, Lead on ! I will follow wherever ye go ! Yet long through the lapse of the fast-coming years, Though I bask in Life's sunshine, or bow to its gale, I will cherish, alike in rejoicing and tears, The friends and the home that once gladdened the vale ! THE BRIDEGROOM TO HIS BRIDE.
Page 151 - And the songs of eternity break your repose. Ye shall pass — ye shall pass through the grave's gloomy portal, On the wings of a seraph your spirits shall rise, And, clad in the garments of glory immortal, Ye shall dwell with the ransomed of God in the skies. A...
Page 151 - ... in marble," are names once familiar to me, Of the bravest, the fairest, the gayest of all ! How startling the thought ! — can it be, can it be, That the forms we have cherish'd are wrapped in the pall ? I go — but thy scenes will be none the less bright ; O'er thy romance and legends the lover will dream ; Other eyes will behold, with a glow of delight, The lake and the landscape, the mountain and stream ; As gaily, as sweetly, the wild-flowers will blossom As erst when they yielded there...
Page 149 - Again I must leave thee, dear land of my fathers ! Dim shapes in the distance are beckoning to me ; When dark o'er my pathway the tempest-cloud gathers, How fondly my spirit will fly back to thee ! I leave thee, loved land, toil and danger despising ; But the bonds that unite us no distance can sever ; One star in thy skies, from the dawn of its rising, Hath guided my steps, and will guide them forever. There our dreams, in the mist of enchantment...
Page 146 - Though o'er the wreck of cherish 'd hopes my heart too oil hath grieved, And some I trusted have betrayed, and others have deceived ; Yet, Mother! thou hast still been true— thy love hath kept its flame Unchanging and unchangeable, in weal and wo the same. The grave hath hidden from mine eyes the beautiful of earth, And years have marr'd the maiden's bloom, and bush'd the voice of mirth ; And hearts I deem'd as angels true, are now estranged and cold,— Alas!