Poetical WorksHoughton, 1890 - 519 Seiten |
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... hand of God her spirit came Unstained , and she hath ne'er forgotten whence It came , nor wandered far from thence , But laboreth to keep her still the same , Near to her place of birth , that she may not Soil her white raiment with an ...
... hand of God her spirit came Unstained , and she hath ne'er forgotten whence It came , nor wandered far from thence , But laboreth to keep her still the same , Near to her place of birth , that she may not Soil her white raiment with an ...
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... hand in hand , Through the every - dayness of this work- day world , Baring its tender feet to every flint , Yet letting not one heart - beat go astray From Beauty's law of plainness and con- tent ; A simple , fireside thing , whose ...
... hand in hand , Through the every - dayness of this work- day world , Baring its tender feet to every flint , Yet letting not one heart - beat go astray From Beauty's law of plainness and con- tent ; A simple , fireside thing , whose ...
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... hands and iron sinews And soul by Mother Earth with free- dom fed , In whom the hero - spirit yet continues , The ... hand ; One who hath dwelt with Nature well attended , Who hath learnt wisdom from her mystic books , Whose soul with ...
... hands and iron sinews And soul by Mother Earth with free- dom fed , In whom the hero - spirit yet continues , The ... hand ; One who hath dwelt with Nature well attended , Who hath learnt wisdom from her mystic books , Whose soul with ...
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... hand she held a flower , Like to this as like may be , Which , beside my very threshold , She had plucked and brought to me . " SONG . O MOONLIGHT deep and tender , A year and more agone , Your mist of golden splendor Round my betrothal ...
... hand she held a flower , Like to this as like may be , Which , beside my very threshold , She had plucked and brought to me . " SONG . O MOONLIGHT deep and tender , A year and more agone , Your mist of golden splendor Round my betrothal ...
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... hand in hand , Or , parted in the body , yet are one In spirit and the love of holy things . A LEGEND OF BRITTANY . PART FIRST . I. FAIR as a summer dream was Margaret , — Such dream as in a poet's soul might start , Musing of old loves ...
... hand in hand , Or , parted in the body , yet are one In spirit and the love of holy things . A LEGEND OF BRITTANY . PART FIRST . I. FAIR as a summer dream was Margaret , — Such dream as in a poet's soul might start , Musing of old loves ...
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Seite 86 - ... what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Seite 55 - Careless seems the great avenger; history's pages but record One death-grapple in the darkness 'twixt old systems and the Word ; Truth forever on the scaffold, wrong forever on the throne, Yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown, Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above His own.
Seite 56 - 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 86 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings. He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
Seite 325 - 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 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 ; 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 86 - Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie; Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies; With our faint hearts the mountain strives; Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
Seite 55 - 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 192 - em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kin' o' smily roun' the lips An* teary roun' the lashes. For she was jes' the quiet kind Whose naturs never vary, Like streams that keep a summer mind Snowhid in Jenooary. The blood clost roun' her heart felt glued Too tight for all expressin', Tell mother see how metters stood, An' gin 'em both her blessin'. Then her red come back like the tide Down to the Bay o' Fundy, An' all I know is they was cried In meetin' come nex
Seite 191 - GOD makes sech nights, all white an' still Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill, All silence an' all glisten. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender.