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... youth Might follow on the track ; ) " Ah ! " said my grandsire , as he shook Some powder in his pan , " What could this lovely creature do Against a desperate man ! " Alas ! nor chariot , nor barouche , Nor bandit cavalcade , Tore from ...
... youth Might follow on the track ; ) " Ah ! " said my grandsire , as he shook Some powder in his pan , " What could this lovely creature do Against a desperate man ! " Alas ! nor chariot , nor barouche , Nor bandit cavalcade , Tore from ...
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... 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 store When the last 34 EARLIER POEMS.
... 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 store When the last 34 EARLIER POEMS.
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... 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.
... 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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... youth , And riper eras ask for history's truth . On other shores , above their mouldering towns , In sullen pomp the tall cathedral frowns , Pride in its aisles and paupers at the door , Which feeds the beggars whom it fleeced of yore ...
... youth , And riper eras ask for history's truth . On other shores , above their mouldering towns , In sullen pomp the tall cathedral frowns , Pride in its aisles and paupers at the door , Which feeds the beggars whom it fleeced of yore ...
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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...