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... Song Book Drinking Song . ........................... . The Old Clock on the Stairs 19 21 24 27 30 34 38 41 The Arrow and the Song 45 The Evening Star Autumn 46 47 Dante 48 The Sea hath its Pearls 49 Poetic Aphorisms , from the ...
... Song Book Drinking Song . ........................... . The Old Clock on the Stairs 19 21 24 27 30 34 38 41 The Arrow and the Song 45 The Evening Star Autumn 46 47 Dante 48 The Sea hath its Pearls 49 Poetic Aphorisms , from the ...
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... song To cheer the dreary march along Of the great army of the poor , O'er desert sand , o'er dangerous moor , Nor to thyself the task shall be Without reward ; for thou shalt learn The wisdom early to discern True beauty in utility ; As ...
... song To cheer the dreary march along Of the great army of the poor , O'er desert sand , o'er dangerous moor , Nor to thyself the task shall be Without reward ; for thou shalt learn The wisdom early to discern True beauty in utility ; As ...
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... song ; Let me now repay the lessons They have taught so well and long . " Thus the bard of love departed— And , fulfilling his desire , On his tomb the birds were feasted By the children of the choir . Day by day , o'er tower and turret ...
... song ; Let me now repay the lessons They have taught so well and long . " Thus the bard of love departed— And , fulfilling his desire , On his tomb the birds were feasted By the children of the choir . Day by day , o'er tower and turret ...
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... how like these chimes Are the poet's airy rhymes , All his rhymes and roundelays , His conceits , and songs , and ditties , From the belfry of his brain , Scattered downward , though in vain , On the roofs 31 CARILLON .
... how like these chimes Are the poet's airy rhymes , All his rhymes and roundelays , His conceits , and songs , and ditties , From the belfry of his brain , Scattered downward , though in vain , On the roofs 31 CARILLON .
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... song , Thoughts that he has cherished long ; Hears amid the chime and singing The bells of his own village , ringing , And wakes , and finds his slumberous eyes Wet with most delicious tears . Thus dreamed I , as by night I lay In 32 ...
... song , Thoughts that he has cherished long ; Hears amid the chime and singing The bells of his own village , ringing , And wakes , and finds his slumberous eyes Wet with most delicious tears . Thus dreamed I , as by night I lay In 32 ...
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ADDITIONAL POEMS amid ancient time-piece Athenæum autumn BALLADS beautiful belfry Beneath birds Blind Bartimeus breath bright broad lagoon chimes clouds dark death DISMAL SWAMP dost dreams earth Evangeline ever-never evermore eyes faint fell to earth fill flowers gale Gazette German Gleamed glory golden golden sun gray hand hear heard heart heaven hills KENT & RICHARDS Kent and Richards land light LITERARY GAZETTE loud lyre midnight Minnesingers moon Never-for night o'er old Flemish city old Silenus PATERNOSTER ROW POEMS ON SLAVERY poet's PROFESSOR LONGFELLOW QUADROON quaint old Flemish rain Reaper reign rhymes river roofs round Sang Satyrs Scattered shadows shine silent silver bells Sister of Mercy SLAVE sleep slumber soft song star stood summer sweet Take thy banner Tale of Acadie tears thee thou thought tide toil town of Bruges trees vale village VOGELWEIDE voice wide wild wind window woods youth
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Page 8 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Page 16 - How beautiful is the rain ! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain ! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs ! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout ! Across the...
Page 76 - ... looked upon the Slaver's gold, And then upon the maid. His heart within him was at strife With such accursed gains ; For he knew whose passions gave her life, Whose blood ran in her veins. But the voice of nature was too weak ; He took the glittering gold ! Then pale as death grew the maiden's cheek, Her hands as icy cold. The Slaver led her from the door, He led her by the hand, To be his slave and paramour In a strange and distant land ! THE WARNING.
Page 84 - WITH what a glory comes and goes the year ! The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy Life's newness, and earth's graniture spread out; And when the silver habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with A sober gladness the old year takes up His bright inheritance of golden fruits, A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene. There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees...
Page 53 - Man-like is it to fall into sin, Fiend-like is it to dwell therein, Christ-like is it for sin to grieve, God-like is it all sin to leave. POVERTY AND BLINDNESS. A blind man is a poor man, and blind a poor man is ; For the former seeth no man, and the latter no man sees.
Page 26 - And far in the hazy distance Of that lovely night in June, The blaze of the flaming furnace Gleamed redder than the moon. Among the long, black rafters The wavering shadows lay...
Page 26 - Seemed to lift and bear them away; As, sweeping and eddying through them, Rose the belated tide, And, streaming into the moonlight, The sea-weed floated wide. And like those waters rushing Among the wooden piers, A flood of thoughts came o'er me That filled my eyes with tears.
Page 45 - There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of snow; And in the hush that followed the prayer, Was heard the old clock on the stair, — ' ' Forever — never ! Never — forever! " All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, " Ah ! when shall they all meet again...
Page 19 - That have not yet been wholly told, Have not been wholly sung nor said. For his thought, that never stops, Follows the water-drops Down to the graves of the dead, Down through chasms and gulfs profound, To the dreary fountain-head Of lakes and rivers under ground ; And sees them, when the rain is done, On the bridge of colors seven Climbing up once more to heaven, Opposite the setting sun.