Selections from the American Poets, Issue 111Harper, 1840 - 316 pages |
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... tears ) The shovels of succeeding years ! Some have maintained , when life is gone , This frame no longer is our own : Hence doctors to our tombs repair , And seize death's slumbering victims there . Alas ! what griefs must man endure ...
... tears ) The shovels of succeeding years ! Some have maintained , when life is gone , This frame no longer is our own : Hence doctors to our tombs repair , And seize death's slumbering victims there . Alas ! what griefs must man endure ...
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... tears shall bend ; And , though no day for me was bright , Shall bid me then a long good - night . THE DEAD OF 1832 . Oí Time and Death ! with certain pace , Though still unequal , hurrying on , O'erturning in your awful race , The cot ...
... tears shall bend ; And , though no day for me was bright , Shall bid me then a long good - night . THE DEAD OF 1832 . Oí Time and Death ! with certain pace , Though still unequal , hurrying on , O'erturning in your awful race , The cot ...
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... tears - Nay , let us part- " Tis late - I cannot , must not linger . [ Breaks from him , and exit . Had . Loved and abhorred ! Still , still accursed ! [ He paces twice or thrice up and down with pas- sionate gestures ; then turns his ...
... tears - Nay , let us part- " Tis late - I cannot , must not linger . [ Breaks from him , and exit . Had . Loved and abhorred ! Still , still accursed ! [ He paces twice or thrice up and down with pas- sionate gestures ; then turns his ...
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... tear , That steals impassion'd o'er a nation's doom : To me each twig from Adam's stock is near , And sorrows fall upon an Indian's tomb . And oh , ye chiefs ! in yonder starry home , Accept the humble tribute of this rhyme . Your ...
... tear , That steals impassion'd o'er a nation's doom : To me each twig from Adam's stock is near , And sorrows fall upon an Indian's tomb . And oh , ye chiefs ! in yonder starry home , Accept the humble tribute of this rhyme . Your ...
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... tear the provinces in pieces . For these our squire , among the valient'st , Employ'd his time , and tools , and talents ; And in their cause , with manly zeal , Used his first virtue to rebel ; And found this new rebellion pleasing As ...
... tear the provinces in pieces . For these our squire , among the valient'st , Employ'd his time , and tools , and talents ; And in their cause , with manly zeal , Used his first virtue to rebel ; And found this new rebellion pleasing As ...
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Page 282 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Page 202 - No, they are all unchained again: The clouds Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath, The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye; Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase The sunny ridges.
Page 159 - Deep in the wave is a Coral Grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine.
Page 281 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Page 282 - He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
Page 86 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 134 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 97 - From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side ! Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life, to thy unceasing roar ! And yet, bold Babbler 1 what art thou to Him, Who drowned a world, and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ? — a light wave, That breaks and whispers of its Maker's might 1 BRAINARD.
Page 185 - And he cried unto the Lord ; and the Lord showed him a tree, which when he had cast into the waters, the waters were made sweet...
Page 90 - The elfin cast a glance around, As he lighted down from his courser toad, Then round his breast his wings he wound, And close to the river's brink he strode ; He sprang on a rock, he breathed a prayer...