Miscellaneous poems. Memorial verses. Sonnets. I-XXVII. L'Envoi. Vision of Sir LaunfalTicknor and Fields, 1857 |
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... Round glossy leaf or stump unsightly , So from his spirit wandered out Tendrils spreading all about , Knitting all things to its thrall With a perfect love of all : O stern word - Nevermore ! He did but float a little way Adown the ...
... Round glossy leaf or stump unsightly , So from his spirit wandered out Tendrils spreading all about , Knitting all things to its thrall With a perfect love of all : O stern word - Nevermore ! He did but float a little way Adown the ...
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... Rounded with leafy gracefulness , Old oak , give me , - That the world's blasts may round me blow , And I yield gently to and fro , While my stout - hearted trunk below And firm - set roots unshaken be . Some of thy stern , unyielding ...
... Rounded with leafy gracefulness , Old oak , give me , - That the world's blasts may round me blow , And I yield gently to and fro , While my stout - hearted trunk below And firm - set roots unshaken be . Some of thy stern , unyielding ...
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... no scorn of common things , And , though she seem of other birth , Round us her heart entwines and clings , And patiently she folds her wings To tread the humble paths of earth . VI . Blessing she is : God made her so 16 MY LOVE . My Love.
... no scorn of common things , And , though she seem of other birth , Round us her heart entwines and clings , And patiently she folds her wings To tread the humble paths of earth . VI . Blessing she is : God made her so 16 MY LOVE . My Love.
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... round , And , sudden - slow , its solemn power Grows from behind its black , clearedged bound , No spot of dark the fountain keepeth , But , swift as opening eyelids leapeth Into a waving silver flower . 28 REMEMBERED MUSIC . 1840 ...
... round , And , sudden - slow , its solemn power Grows from behind its black , clearedged bound , No spot of dark the fountain keepeth , But , swift as opening eyelids leapeth Into a waving silver flower . 28 REMEMBERED MUSIC . 1840 ...
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... round thee on earth . And thou , to lull thine infant.rest , Wast cradled like an Indian child ; All pleasant winds from south and west With lullabies thine ears beguiled , Rocking thee in thine oriole's nest , Till Nature looked at ...
... round thee on earth . And thou , to lull thine infant.rest , Wast cradled like an Indian child ; All pleasant winds from south and west With lullabies thine ears beguiled , Rocking thee in thine oriole's nest , Till Nature looked at ...
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Page 274 - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own; Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes, Then will pure light around thy path be shed, And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.
Page 303 - OVER his keys the musing organist, Beginning doubtfully and far away, First lets his fingers wander as they list. And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay : Then, as the touch of his loved instrument Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream.
Page 160 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
Page 97 - It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century ; — But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of men...
Page 262 - IN a small chamber, friendless and unseen, Toiled o'er his types one poor, unlearned young man ; The place was dark, unfurnitured, and mean ;— Yet there the freedom of a race began. Help came but slowly; surely no man yet Put lever to the heavy world with less : What need of help ? He knew how types were set, He had a dauntless spirit, and a press.
Page 163 - Rock sublime? They were men of present valor, stalwart old iconoclasts, Unconvinced by axe or gibbet that all virtue was the Past's; But we make their truth our falsehood, thinking that hath made us free, Hoarding it in mouldy parchments, while our tender spirits flee The rude grasp of that great Impulse which drove them across the sea.
Page 46 - Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things, A rank adjudged by toil-.won merit, Content that from employment springs, A heart that in his labor sings ; A heritage, it seems to me, A king might wish to hold in fee.
Page 308 - As Sir Launfal made morn through the darksome gate, He was 'ware of a leper, crouched by the same, Who begged with his hand and moaned as he sate ; And a loathing over Sir Launfal came ; The sunshine went out of his soul with a thrill, The flesh 'neath his armor 'gan shrink and crawl...
Page 16 - Blessing she is : God made her so ; And deeds of week-day holiness Fall from her noiseless as the snow ; Nor hath she ever chanced to know That aught were easier than to bless.
Page 116 - ... work Is not born with him; there is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will; And blessed are the horny hands of toil ! The busy world shoves angrily aside The man who stands with arms akimbo set, Until occasion tells him what to do; And he who waits to have his task marked out Shall die and leave his errand unfulfilled. Our time is one that calls for earnest deeds...