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... ; if they wear One streak of morn or evening's glow , Accept them ; but to me more fair The buds of song that never blow . April 8 , 1862 . EARLIER POEMS 1830-1836 OLD IRONSIDES This was the popular name xiv TO MY READERS.
... ; if they wear One streak of morn or evening's glow , Accept them ; but to me more fair The buds of song that never blow . April 8 , 1862 . EARLIER POEMS 1830-1836 OLD IRONSIDES This was the popular name xiv TO MY READERS.
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... glow On all that answers to its glance below ; Yet , changed on earth , each far reflected ray Braids with fresh hues the shining brow of day ; Now , clothed in blushes by the painted flowers , Tracks on their cheeks the rosy - fingered ...
... glow On all that answers to its glance below ; Yet , changed on earth , each far reflected ray Braids with fresh hues the shining brow of day ; Now , clothed in blushes by the painted flowers , Tracks on their cheeks the rosy - fingered ...
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... glows upon Ambition's sands , the desert in the sun , — Or soft suffusing o'er the varied scene Life's common coloring , intellectual green . - Thus Heaven , repeating its material plan , Arched over all the rainbow mind of man ; But he ...
... glows upon Ambition's sands , the desert in the sun , — Or soft suffusing o'er the varied scene Life's common coloring , intellectual green . - Thus Heaven , repeating its material plan , Arched over all the rainbow mind of man ; But he ...
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... glowing with the inward flame , Whose wider halo wreathes the poet's name , While , unenbalmed , the silent dreamer dies ... glow , Then all are poets ; and if earth had rolled Her myriad centuries , and her doom were told , Each moaning ...
... glowing with the inward flame , Whose wider halo wreathes the poet's name , While , unenbalmed , the silent dreamer dies ... glow , Then all are poets ; and if earth had rolled Her myriad centuries , and her doom were told , Each moaning ...
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... glow , The lake of sapphire or the spar - hung cave , The brighter sunset or the broader wave , Can warm his heart whom every wind has blown To every shore , forgetful of his own . Home of our childhood ! how affection clings And hovers ...
... glow , The lake of sapphire or the spar - hung cave , The brighter sunset or the broader wave , Can warm his heart whom every wind has blown To every shore , forgetful of his own . Home of our childhood ! how affection clings And hovers ...
Common terms and phrases
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
Popular passages
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...