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... Heaven had spared to me To see one sad , ungathered rose On my ancestral tree . REFLECTIONS OF A PROUD PEDESTRIAN I Saw the curl of his waving lash , And the glance of his knowing eye , And I knew that he thought he was cutting a dash ...
... Heaven had spared to me To see one sad , ungathered rose On my ancestral tree . REFLECTIONS OF A PROUD PEDESTRIAN I Saw the curl of his waving lash , And the glance of his knowing eye , And I knew that he thought he was cutting a dash ...
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... heaven , But spreading purple twilight still High over memory's shadowed hill . They lie upon my pathway bleak ; Those flowers that once ran wild , As on a father's careworn cheek The ringlets of his child ; The golden mingling with the ...
... heaven , But spreading purple twilight still High over memory's shadowed hill . They lie upon my pathway bleak ; Those flowers that once ran wild , As on a father's careworn cheek The ringlets of his child ; The golden mingling with the ...
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... Heaven , repeating its material plan , Arched over all the rainbow mind of man ; But he who , blind to universal laws , Sees but effects , unconscious of their cause , — Believes each image in itself is bright , Not robed in drapery of ...
... Heaven , repeating its material plan , Arched over all the rainbow mind of man ; But he who , blind to universal laws , Sees but effects , unconscious of their cause , — Believes each image in itself is bright , Not robed in drapery of ...
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... Heaven is listening to her evening hymn ; The jewelled beauty , when her steps draw near The circling dance and dazzling chandelier ; E'en trembling age , when Spring's renewing air Waves the thin ringlets of his silvered hair ; — All ...
... Heaven is listening to her evening hymn ; The jewelled beauty , when her steps draw near The circling dance and dazzling chandelier ; E'en trembling age , when Spring's renewing air Waves the thin ringlets of his silvered hair ; — All ...
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... heaven descended on her shrine , And wondering earth proclaimed the Muse divine . Yet if her votaries had but dared profane The mystic symbols of her sacred reign , How had they smiled beneath the veil to find What slender threads can ...
... heaven descended on her shrine , And wondering earth proclaimed the Muse divine . Yet if her votaries had but dared profane The mystic symbols of her sacred reign , How had they smiled beneath the veil to find What slender threads can ...
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arms beneath BERKSHIRE blazoned blossoms blue blush boys breast breath bright burning CHARLES WENTWORTH UPHAM cheek cheerful circling band crown dark dead dear dream dust earth eyes faded fair falchion flame flow flowers fold gathered gleam glittering band glow golden grave gray green hand hear heart Heaven hour JAMES FREEMAN CLARKE Katydid laugh leaves life's light lips listening living look lyre memory morning never nurslings o'er once peaceful percussion cap PHI BETA KAPPA plain rhyme rills ring Rip Van Winkle roll rose round shadows shine shining days shore sigh silent sing skies sleep slumbering smile snow song soul spring stars stethoscope strain stream sweet tears tell thee thine thou throbbing toil tongue tread trembling turn voice wandering warm waves whisper wild wine wings young youth
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Page 421 - Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay. "Huddup!" said the parson. Off went they. The parson was working his Sunday's text — Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed At what the — Moses — was coming next. All at once the horse stood still, Close by the meet'n'house on the hill. First a shiver, and then a thrill, Then something decidedly like a spill, And the parson was sitting upon a rock, At half past nine by the meet'n'house clock, Just the hour of the earthquake shock!
Page 419 - So the Deacon inquired of the village folk Where he could find the strongest oak, That couldn't be split nor bent nor broke — That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees; The panels of whitewood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's ellum...
Page 2 - The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 1 - I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town.
Page 393 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Page 419 - they called it then. Eighteen hundred and twenty came: — Running as usual, much the same. Thirty and forty at last arrive ; And then came fifty -and fifty-five. Little of all we value here Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year Without both feeling and looking queer.
Page 247 - The wild-flowers who will stoop to number ? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to win them : — Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them I Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their hearts...