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... silent dust may claim , That pressed the breathing clay . Go where the ancient pathway guides , See where our sires laid down Their smiling babes , their cherished brides , The patriarchs of the town ; Hast thou a tear for buried love ...
... silent dust may claim , That pressed the breathing clay . Go where the ancient pathway guides , See where our sires laid down Their smiling babes , their cherished brides , The patriarchs of the town ; Hast thou a tear for buried love ...
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... a pensive hour of soothing silence . Kind Nature , shuffling in her loose undress , Lays bare her shady bosom ; — I can feel With all around me ; - I can hail the flowers That sprig earth's mantle , and yon quiet bird , 18 EARLIER POEMS.
... a pensive hour of soothing silence . Kind Nature , shuffling in her loose undress , Lays bare her shady bosom ; — I can feel With all around me ; - I can hail the flowers That sprig earth's mantle , and yon quiet bird , 18 EARLIER POEMS.
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... silence , like a poultice , comes To heal the blows of sound ; It cannot be , it is , it is , A hat is going round ! No ! Pay the dentist when he leaves A fracture in your jaw , And pay the owner of the bear That stunned you with his ...
... silence , like a poultice , comes To heal the blows of sound ; It cannot be , it is , it is , A hat is going round ! No ! Pay the dentist when he leaves A fracture in your jaw , And pay the owner of the bear That stunned you with his ...
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... silence and alone , Fold over them the weary wing Once flashing through the dews of spring . Yes , let my fancy fondly wrap My youth in its decline , And riot in the rosy lap Of thoughts that once were mine , And give the worm my little ...
... silence and alone , Fold over them the weary wing Once flashing through the dews of spring . Yes , let my fancy fondly wrap My youth in its decline , And riot in the rosy lap Of thoughts that once were mine , And give the worm my little ...
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... by their somewhat rhetorical and sonorous character . Scenes of my youth ! awake its slumbering fire ! Ye winds of Memory , sweep the silent lyre ! Ray of the past , if yet thou canst appear POETRY : A METRICAL ESSAY 35.
... by their somewhat rhetorical and sonorous character . Scenes of my youth ! awake its slumbering fire ! Ye winds of Memory , sweep the silent lyre ! Ray of the past , if yet thou canst appear POETRY : A METRICAL ESSAY 35.
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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...