Poems, Volume 2Ticknor and Fields, 1850 |
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... Past The forms that once have been . The Past and Present here unite Beneath Time's flowing tide , Like footprints hidden by a brook , But seen on either side . POEMS . Here runs the highway to the town ; 19 A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE.
... Past The forms that once have been . The Past and Present here unite Beneath Time's flowing tide , Like footprints hidden by a brook , But seen on either side . POEMS . Here runs the highway to the town ; 19 A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE.
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... side , Where far and wide , Like a leopard's tawny and spotted hide , Stretches the plain , To the dry grass and the drier grain How welcome is the rain ! In the furrowed land The toilsome and patient oxen stand ; Lifting the yoke ...
... side , Where far and wide , Like a leopard's tawny and spotted hide , Stretches the plain , To the dry grass and the drier grain How welcome is the rain ! In the furrowed land The toilsome and patient oxen stand ; Lifting the yoke ...
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... side ; With words of sympathy or song To cheer the dreary march along of the poor , Of the great army O'er desert sand , o'er dangerous mo Nor to thyself the task shall be Without reward ; for thou shalt learn The wisdom early to ...
... side ; With words of sympathy or song To cheer the dreary march along of the poor , Of the great army O'er desert sand , o'er dangerous mo Nor to thyself the task shall be Without reward ; for thou shalt learn The wisdom early to ...
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... side And , on his arm , the lion's hide Scattered across the midnight air The golden radiance of its hair . The moon was pallid , but not faint ; And beautiful as some fair saint , Serenely moving on her way In hours of trial and dismay ...
... side And , on his arm , the lion's hide Scattered across the midnight air The golden radiance of its hair . The moon was pallid , but not faint ; And beautiful as some fair saint , Serenely moving on her way In hours of trial and dismay ...
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... side ; And the name their voices uttered Was the name of Vogelweid . Till at length the portly abbot Murmured , " Why this waste of Be it changed to loaves henceforwa For our fasting brotherhood . " Then in vain o'er tower and turret ...
... side ; And the name their voices uttered Was the name of Vogelweid . Till at length the portly abbot Murmured , " Why this waste of Be it changed to loaves henceforwa For our fasting brotherhood . " Then in vain o'er tower and turret ...
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Page 22 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Page 343 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
Page 126 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 73 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Page 138 - This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Page 342 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Page 304 - Standing before Her father's door, He saw the form of his promised bride. The sun shone on her golden hair, And her cheek was glowing fresh and fair, With the breath of morn and the soft sea air.
Page 137 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 141 - Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides ; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows.
Page 189 - This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred? Lo! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you! See! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion! Hark! how those lips still repeat the prayer, 'O Father, forgive them!