The Poetical Works of William H. C. Hosmer, Volume 1Redfield, 1854 |
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Page 232 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 227 - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose...
Page 37 - ... caravan, And in a tomb, unknown to friendship, hides The toiling camels and their Arab guides ; Dwells in the boiling maelstrom deep and dark, That roars a dismal warning to the bark, And lingers where volcanic mountains throw A burning deluge on the vale below.
Page 267 - Night ! I love thee, as a weary child Loves the maternal breast on which it leans ! Day hath its golden pomp — its bustling scenes, But richer gifts are thine : — the turmoil wild Of a proud heart, thy low, sad voice hath...
Page 330 - Each tender tie, dissolved with pain, With endless bliss is crowned; All that was dead revives again ; All that was lost is found.
Page 154 - Oh, grant to a sister true, Ye stars, in your train a place! The blood of the Saxon flows In the veins of the men who cry, — "Give ear, give ear unto those Who pine for their native sky ! We call on our Motherland For a home in Freedom's hall, — While stretching forth the hand, Oh, build no dividing wall! "The Mexican vaunteth no more; In strife we have tamed his pride; The coward raps not at your door. Speak out ! shall it open wide ? Oh. the wish of our hearts is strong. That the star of Jacinto's...
Page 38 - When yellow twilight weaves her glorious shroud ; The babbling cascade that descends in foam, And flashes beauty from its rocky home ; The mingling tones of laughing earth and air, When Morn braids purple in her golden hair ; The dance of leaves, the lulling fall of rain, The river on its journey to the main ; The quiet lakes that spread their sheets of blue, A sweet enchantment lending to the view. The fierce tornado, parent of dismay, Uprooting sylvan giants in his way ; The lulling winds of summer,...
Page 122 - And the fast-waning lamp, as if aware Some awful shade was nigh, emits a ghostly glare. Stern Brutus quails not, though his woe-worn cheeks Blanch with emotion, and in tone full loud Thus to the ghastly apparition speaks — " Why stand before me in that gory shroud, Unwelcome guest ! thy purpose unavowed ; Art thou the shaping of my wildered brain ?" The spectre answered, with a gesture proud, In hollow accents — " We will meet again When the best blood of Rome smokes on Philippi's plain.
Page 23 - Bringing their grandeur low. Armed with a scroll the birds of evil omen That curse a country he can scare away, Or, in the wake of error, marshal foemen Impatient for the fray. Scorn not the sons of Song ! nor deem them only Poor, worthless weeds upon the shore of time; Although they move in walks retired and lonely They have their tasks sublime. When tyrants tread the hill-top and the valley, Calling the birth-right of the brave their own, Around the tomb of Liberty they rally, And roll away the...
Page 285 - Where scarce a sunbeam wanders through the gloom; And on the dark-green grass, beside the brink Of haunted stream, that by the roots of oak Rolls o'er the rocky channel, lie at large, And sing the glories of the circling year.