Poetical Works, Band 1Co-Operative Publication Society, 1891 - 522 Seiten |
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... sounds of earth and air Melt into one low voice alone , That murmurs over the weary sea , And seems to sing from everywhere , " Here mayst thou harbor peacefully , Here mayst thou rest from the aching oar ; Turn thy curved prow ashore ...
... sounds of earth and air Melt into one low voice alone , That murmurs over the weary sea , And seems to sing from everywhere , " Here mayst thou harbor peacefully , Here mayst thou rest from the aching oar ; Turn thy curved prow ashore ...
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... sound , The singing waves slide up the strand , And there , where the smooth , wet peb- bles be , The waters gurgle longingly , As if they fain would seek the shore , To be at rest from the ceaseless roar , To be at rest forevermore ...
... sound , The singing waves slide up the strand , And there , where the smooth , wet peb- bles be , The waters gurgle longingly , As if they fain would seek the shore , To be at rest from the ceaseless roar , To be at rest forevermore ...
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... sound , The stars are hid and the night is drear , The heart of silence throbs in thine ear , In thy chamber thou sittest alone , Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! The world is happy , the world is wide , Kind hearts are beating on every ...
... sound , The stars are hid and the night is drear , The heart of silence throbs in thine ear , In thy chamber thou sittest alone , Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! The world is happy , the world is wide , Kind hearts are beating on every ...
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... sound God's sea with earthly plummet , And find a bottom still of worthless clay ; Who heeds not how the lower gusts are working , Knowing that one sure wind blows on above , And finds in Love the heart's - blood of his song ; This ...
... sound God's sea with earthly plummet , And find a bottom still of worthless clay ; Who heeds not how the lower gusts are working , Knowing that one sure wind blows on above , And finds in Love the heart's - blood of his song ; This ...
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... sounds are out upon the breeze , And the leaves shiver in the trees , And then thou comest , Rosaline ! I seem to hear the mourners go , With long black garments trailing slow , And plumes anodding to and fro , As once I heard them ...
... sounds are out upon the breeze , And the leaves shiver in the trees , And then thou comest , Rosaline ! I seem to hear the mourners go , With long black garments trailing slow , And plumes anodding to and fro , As once I heard them ...
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Seite 69 - 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.
Seite 20 - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own...
Seite 400 - Nature, they say,. doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote: For him her Old- World moulds aside she threw, And, choosing sweet clay from the breast Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, Wise, steadfast in the strength of God, and true. How beautiful to see Once more a shepherd of mankind indeed, Who loved his charge, but never loved to lead ; One whose meek flock the people joyed to be, Not lured by any cheat of birth, But by his...
Seite 68 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Seite 68 - Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust. Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis prosperous to be just. Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside. Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified. And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.
Seite 109 - The leper raised not the gold from the dust: "Better to me the poor man's crust, Better the blessing of the poor, Though I turn me empty from his door; That is no true alms which the hand can hold; He gives only the worthless gold Who gives from a sense of duty; But he who gives but a slender mite.
Seite 400 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes ; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower. Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Seite 56 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think...
Seite 181 - An' thet all this big talk of our destinies Is half on it ign'ance, an' t' other half rum ; But John P. Robinson he Sez it aint no sech thing; an', of course, so must we. Parson Wilbur sez he never heerd in his life Thet th' Apostles rigged out in their swaller-tail coats, An' marched round in front of a drum an' a fife, To git some on 'em office, an' some on 'em votes ; But John P.
Seite 52 - No man is born into the world, whose 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 I The busy world shoves angrily aside The man who stands with arms akimbo set.