Poems, Volume 2Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 |
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... hear The tall pine - forests of the Apennine Murmur their hoary legends of the sea , Which hearing , I in vision clear beheld The sudden dark of tropic night shut down O'er the huge whisper of great watery wastes , The while a pair of ...
... hear The tall pine - forests of the Apennine Murmur their hoary legends of the sea , Which hearing , I in vision clear beheld The sudden dark of tropic night shut down O'er the huge whisper of great watery wastes , The while a pair of ...
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... hear The voice that errs not ; then my triumph gleams , O'er the blank ocean beckoning , and all night My heart flies on before me as I sail ; Far on I see my lifelong enterprise , Which rose like Ganges ' mid the freezing snows Of a ...
... hear The voice that errs not ; then my triumph gleams , O'er the blank ocean beckoning , and all night My heart flies on before me as I sail ; Far on I see my lifelong enterprise , Which rose like Ganges ' mid the freezing snows Of a ...
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... hear ; Made signs , but these he could not see ; And still , without a doubt or fear , Broadcast he scattered anarchy . Long to my straining ears the blast Brought faintly back the words he sung : " I sow again the holy Past , The happy ...
... hear ; Made signs , but these he could not see ; And still , without a doubt or fear , Broadcast he scattered anarchy . Long to my straining ears the blast Brought faintly back the words he sung : " I sow again the holy Past , The happy ...
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... hear The slender clarion of the unseen midge ; Out of the stillness , with a gathering creep , Like rising wind in leaves , which now decreases , Now lulls , now swells , and all the while increases , The huddling trample of a drove of ...
... hear The slender clarion of the unseen midge ; Out of the stillness , with a gathering creep , Like rising wind in leaves , which now decreases , Now lulls , now swells , and all the while increases , The huddling trample of a drove of ...
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... there the slenderer flowers shiver , Struck by an icy rain - drop's fall . Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter , The wind is gathering in the west ; The upturned leaves first whiten and flutter , Then droop 64 SUMMER STORM .
... there the slenderer flowers shiver , Struck by an icy rain - drop's fall . Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter , The wind is gathering in the west ; The upturned leaves first whiten and flutter , Then droop 64 SUMMER STORM .
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Page 62 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
Page 119 - Tis the Spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye.
Page 120 - My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee ; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.
Page 109 - He's true to God who's true to man ; wherever wrong is done, To the humblest and the weakest, 'neath the all-beholding sun, That wrong is also done to us ; and they are slaves most base, Whose love of right is for themselves, and not for all their race.
Page 187 - 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 55 - 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 207 - As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, A light shone round about the place ; The leper no longer crouched at his side, But stood before him glorified, Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate, — Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple of God in Man.
Page 209 - As the hangbird is to the elm-tree bough; No longer scowl the turrets tall, The Summer's long siege at last is o'er; When the first poor outcast went in at the door, She entered with him in disguise, And mastered the fortress by surprise; There is no spot she loves so well on ground, She lingers and smiles there the whole year round; The meanest serf on Sir Launfal's land Has hall and bower at his command; And there's no poor man in the North Countree But is lord of the earldom as much as he.
Page 60 - For Humanity sweeps onward : where to-day the martyr stands, On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands ; Far in front the cross stands ready and the crackling fagots burn, While the hooting mob of yesterday in silent awe return To glean up the scattered ashes into History's golden urn.
Page 54 - Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west, And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time. / Through the walls of hut and palace shoots the instantaneous throe, When the travail of the Ages wrings earth's systems to and fro; At the birth of each new Era, with a recognizing start, Nation wildly looks...