Poetical WorksHoughton, 1890 - 519 Seiten |
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... Past .. 52 2 To the Future .... 52 Hebe ... 53 The Search . 54 The Present Crisis .. 54 An Indian - Summer Reverie .. 56 The Growth of the Legend . Summer Storm . Love ... 5 6 To Perdita , Singing .. The Moon . A Contrast .. Extreme ...
... Past .. 52 2 To the Future .... 52 Hebe ... 53 The Search . 54 The Present Crisis .. 54 An Indian - Summer Reverie .. 56 The Growth of the Legend . Summer Storm . Love ... 5 6 To Perdita , Singing .. The Moon . A Contrast .. Extreme ...
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... past Rises within her heart again , And sunshine from her childhood cast Makes summer of the icy rain . Enhaloed by a mild , warm glow , From man's THE FATHERLAND . -THE FORLORN . 11 The Fatherland On the Capture of Fugitive Slaves near ...
... past Rises within her heart again , And sunshine from her childhood cast Makes summer of the icy rain . Enhaloed by a mild , warm glow , From man's THE FATHERLAND . -THE FORLORN . 11 The Fatherland On the Capture of Fugitive Slaves near ...
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... past ; A heritage , it seems to me , Well worth a life to hold in fee . THE ROSE : A BALLAD . I. In his tower sat the poet Gazing on the roaring sea , " Take this rose , " he sighed , " and throw it Where there ' s none that loveth me ...
... past ; A heritage , it seems to me , Well worth a life to hold in fee . THE ROSE : A BALLAD . I. In his tower sat the poet Gazing on the roaring sea , " Take this rose , " he sighed , " and throw it Where there ' s none that loveth me ...
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... Past is wise alone , For Yesterday knows nothing of the Best , And thou shalt love it only as the nest Whence glory - winged things to Heaven have flown : To the great Soul only are all things known ; Present and future are to her as past ...
... Past is wise alone , For Yesterday knows nothing of the Best , And thou shalt love it only as the nest Whence glory - winged things to Heaven have flown : To the great Soul only are all things known ; Present and future are to her as past ...
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... XXV . Or visions of past days , -a mother's eyes That smiled down on the fair boy at her knee , Whose happy upturned face to hers re- plies , - He saw sometimes : or Margaret mourn- fully Gazed on 28 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
... XXV . Or visions of past days , -a mother's eyes That smiled down on the fair boy at her knee , Whose happy upturned face to hers re- plies , - He saw sometimes : or Margaret mourn- fully Gazed on 28 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
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agin ain't aint airth ATLANTIC MONTHLY Auf wiedersehen beauty bein Biglow blood brain Clotho dark dear deep divine doth dream ears earth England eyes faith fancy feel feet folks fust give God's gret hand hath hear heard heart heaven heerd hope Jaalam kind larn leaves letters life's light live long ez look mind Muse nature neath never night nothin o'er once poet poor preterite rhyme Rosaline round Sawin sech seemed sense shadow silent sing Sir Launfal slavery song soul spiles spirit stars sunshine sure sweet tell thee there's thet thet's thine things thou thought thout thru tion tree true truth turn twixt verse warn't Whig Wilbur wind wings wonder wood word wun't Yankee
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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.