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Seite 261 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Seite 262 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; — They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
Seite 243 - Ye clouds that gorgeously repose around the setting sun, Answer ! have ye a home for those whose earthly race is run ? — The bright clouds answered, " We depart, we vanish from the sky ; Ask what is deathless in thy heart for that which cannot die.
Seite 169 - THE stately homes of England, How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land ! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Seite 163 - Thou hast left sorrow in thy song, A voice not loud, but deep ! The glorious bowers of earth among, How often didst thou weep ! Where couldst thou fix on mortal ground Thy tender thoughts and high ?— Now peace the woman's heart hath found, And joy the poet's eye.
Seite 263 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God.
Seite 56 - HER hands were clasp'd, her dark eyes raised, The breeze threw back her hair; Up to the fearful wheel she gazed — All that she loved was there. The night was round her clear and cold, The holy heaven above, Its pale stars watching to behold The might of earthly love.
Seite 58 - And thou, mine honour'd love and true, Bear on, bear nobly on We have the blessed heaven in view, Whose rest shall soon be won.
Seite 300 - One midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream, is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one ; He lies where pearls lie deep; He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.