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angels Bantam BARD beautiful billows bliss bloom blossoms bowers brave breath bright bright eye brow 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 prayer pure rapture REDELIA renown 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 wander wave ween wild YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young youth
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Page 88 - 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 69 - ... our heads, and we believe that the Indians must take care of themselves, and not trust either in your people or in the king's children. Brothers, our seats were once large, and yours very small. You have now become a great people, and we have scarcely aplace left to spread our blankets' True, and soon their graves will be all they shall retain of their once ample huntinggrounds.
Page 142 - 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 154 - A grave-yard ! — where, wrapped in undreaming repose, Friends, kindred and neighbors are laid side by side ; How it softens the wrath of the bitterest foes ! How it hushes and humbles the vauntings of pride !
Page 153 - ... 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 154 - Told the noise we would make when we grew to be men ! And 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.
Page 154 - ... changes may come ere I greet thee again ! The child may have grown to a sophist or sage — The bright locks of boyhood be hoary and thin, And the cheek of the maiden be wrinkled with age. How many, alas ! from our presence have gone, Whose love gathered brightness till life neared its close ! Sleep, sleep on, ye loved ones ! till the morning shall dawn, 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...
Page 156 - 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 155 - ... 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 153 - 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...