Miscellaneous Poems Selected from the United States Literary GazetteCummings, Hilliard, and Harrison Gray, 1826 - Počet stran: 172 |
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Strana 2
... wild , and vain , and false , That spirits good and pure as thine , descend Like guardian angels round the few they loved , Oft intercepting coming woes , and still Joying on every beam that gilds our paths ; And waving snowy pinions o ...
... wild , and vain , and false , That spirits good and pure as thine , descend Like guardian angels round the few they loved , Oft intercepting coming woes , and still Joying on every beam that gilds our paths ; And waving snowy pinions o ...
Strana 4
... wild life of danger and distress— Watchings by night and perilous flight by day , And meetings in the depths of earth to pray , Better , far better , than to kneel with them , And pay the impious rite thy laws condemn . Thou , Lord ...
... wild life of danger and distress— Watchings by night and perilous flight by day , And meetings in the depths of earth to pray , Better , far better , than to kneel with them , And pay the impious rite thy laws condemn . Thou , Lord ...
Strana 9
... o'er the desert snow , Unarmed , and hard beset . Nor how when round the frosty pole The northern dawn was red , The mountain wolf and wild - cat stole To banquet on the dead . Nor how , when strangers found his bones , They.
... o'er the desert snow , Unarmed , and hard beset . Nor how when round the frosty pole The northern dawn was red , The mountain wolf and wild - cat stole To banquet on the dead . Nor how , when strangers found his bones , They.
Strana 13
... few shall be the feet that tread With reckless haste upon my grave ; And gently o'er my last , still bed To whispering winds the grass shall wave . B The wild flowers too , I loved so well , 13 A Last Wish ANONYMOUS BTOORB.
... few shall be the feet that tread With reckless haste upon my grave ; And gently o'er my last , still bed To whispering winds the grass shall wave . B The wild flowers too , I loved so well , 13 A Last Wish ANONYMOUS BTOORB.
Strana 14
The wild flowers too , I loved so well , Shall blow and breathe their sweetness there , And all around my grave shall tell , " She felt that nature's face was fair . " And those that come because they loved The mouldering frame that ...
The wild flowers too , I loved so well , Shall blow and breathe their sweetness there , And all around my grave shall tell , " She felt that nature's face was fair . " And those that come because they loved The mouldering frame that ...
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Strana 49 - God ! when Thou Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts, or fill, With all the waters of the firmament, The swift, dark whirlwind that uproots the woods And drowns the villages; when, at thy call, Uprises the great Deep and throws himself Upon the continent, and overwhelms Its...
Strana 46 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave. And spread the roof above them, — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Strana 46 - And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty. Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised?
Strana 81 - WHEN the radiant morn of creation broke, And the world in the smile of God awoke, And the empty realms of darkness and death Were moved through their depths by his mighty breath, And orbs of beauty and spheres of flame From the void abyss by myriads came...
Strana 62 - Take thy banner! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale, When the clarion's music thrills To the hearts of these lone hills, When the spear in conflict shakes, And the strong lance shivering breaks.
Strana 124 - Rizpah the daughter of Aiah took sackcloth, and spread it for her upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest until water dropped upon them out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest on them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night.
Strana 47 - ... cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship; — nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly, around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird Passes ; and yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs, Wells softly forth and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of all the good it does.
Strana 106 - And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds. Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned, And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved, Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down By the wayside a-weary.
Strana 48 - One of earth's charms : upon her bosom yet, After the flight of untold centuries, The freshness of her far beginning lies And yet shall lie.
Strana 57 - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills ! — No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.