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... o'er thy pathway thrown ? Or did'st thou miss a flower thy spirit sought ? Was there a gem thou could'st not call thine own ? A smile thou thought to meet and found it not ? O in thy skies a matchless beauty slept ; And o'er thy earth a ...
... o'er thy pathway thrown ? Or did'st thou miss a flower thy spirit sought ? Was there a gem thou could'st not call thine own ? A smile thou thought to meet and found it not ? O in thy skies a matchless beauty slept ; And o'er thy earth a ...
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... o'er . Lo ! in thy stead Cold criticism rears his head , To quench thy sacred fire . O ! here are hearts that warmly know The native wild poetic throe , And many a well strung lyre , That with celestial sounds should ring Would'st thou ...
... o'er . Lo ! in thy stead Cold criticism rears his head , To quench thy sacred fire . O ! here are hearts that warmly know The native wild poetic throe , And many a well strung lyre , That with celestial sounds should ring Would'st thou ...
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... o'er thee pass'd , High rock and tree thy bosom glass'd , And twilight on thee lay . III . Yet even though hidden in the shade Of valley dark and low , Rich treasures of the heart are laid Where thy deep waters flow . Nor would I now ...
... o'er thee pass'd , High rock and tree thy bosom glass'd , And twilight on thee lay . III . Yet even though hidden in the shade Of valley dark and low , Rich treasures of the heart are laid Where thy deep waters flow . Nor would I now ...
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... O'er my pathway ceaseless roll , For I know that His name is Love and Light Who ruleth o'er the whole . And it seemeth but little , in all the count , Miss BREMER . What shadows are on our way , So the light of our being shall only ...
... O'er my pathway ceaseless roll , For I know that His name is Love and Light Who ruleth o'er the whole . And it seemeth but little , in all the count , Miss BREMER . What shadows are on our way , So the light of our being shall only ...
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... O'er the still radiance of the lake below : Tranquil its spirit seemed , and floated slow , E'en in its very motion there was rest , While every breath of eve that chanced to blow , Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west . Emblem ...
... O'er the still radiance of the lake below : Tranquil its spirit seemed , and floated slow , E'en in its very motion there was rest , While every breath of eve that chanced to blow , Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west . Emblem ...
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Page 198 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 198 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Page 198 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — "The foe, they come! they come!" And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Page 20 - Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!' And loud that clarion voice replied. Excelsior! 'O stay,' the maiden said, 'and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Page 19 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. 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.
Page 198 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 247 - The twilight hours, like birds, flew by, As lightly and as free ; Ten thousand stars were in the sky, Ten thousand on the sea : , For every wave with dimpled face, That leaped upon the air, Had caught a star in its embrace And held it trembling there.
Page 125 - His happy home, the ground. To left and right, The cuckoo told his name to all the hills; The mellow ouzel fluted in the elm; The redcap whistled; and the nightingale Sang loud, as tho
Page 275 - All strength — all terror, single or in bands, That ever was put forth in personal form — Jehovah — with his thunder, and the choir Of shouting Angels, and the empyreal thrones — I pass them unalarmed.
Page 198 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...