Curiosity: A Poem, Delivered at Cambridge, Before the Phi Beta Kappa Society, August 27, 1829J. T. Buckingham, 1829 - 30 oldal |
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adore Alps ancient AUGUST 27 bard bark behold Beneath blessed boundless breath bright burn burst CHARLES SPRAGUE cheer cold creed crowned Curiosity dark death deeds dogmas doom dust dwell dwellers e'er earth's everlasting Faith fame fancy fate Fathers fear foes forgot freedom's gather round gaze glorious glow grace Grieves hath hear heart Heaven hour kindred land learning legend liberty's life's linger living look man's martyr MASSACHUSETTS midnight monarch nature's Ne'er o'er ocean pale patriot's PHI BETA KAPPA Pilgrim praise prayer pride proud race rapture reptile reverence rise roll rouse roves sacred shake shame shore sigh sleep soul spirit spot spread spurn stand sweet theme Think ye thou throb throne tomb tongue traffic's trance tread triumph trod truth turn UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN venom warm waves weep wisdom's woke wonder Ye tell ye would dare yield
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7. oldal - In grateful adoration now, Upon the barren sands they bow. What tongue of joy e'er woke such prayer, As bursts in desolation there ? What arm of strength e'er wrought such power, As waits to crown that feeble hour...
6. oldal - That wait the unsuccessful blow? It were an envied fate, we deem, To live a land's recorded theme, When we are in the tomb ; We, too, might yield the joys of home, And waves of winter darkness roam, And tread a shore of gloom — Knew we those waves, through coming time, Should roll our names to every clime ; Felt we that millions on that shore Should stand, our memory to adore — But no glad vision burst in light, Upon the Pilgrims...
2. oldal - District Clerk's Office. BE IT REMEMBERED, That on the seventh day of May, AD 1828, in the fifty-second year of the Independence of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, SG Goodrich, of the said District, has deposited in this office the...
8. oldal - The dreaming nations shall awake, And to their centre earth's old kingdoms shake. Pontiff and prince, your sway Must crumble from that day ; Before the loftier throne of Heaven, The hand is raised, the pledge is given — One monarch to obey, one creed to own, That monarch, God, that creed, His word alone. • IX. Spread out earth's holiest records here, Of days and deeds to reverence dear ; A zeal like this what pious legends tell...
9. oldal - And never may they rest unsung, While liberty can find a tongue. Twine, Gratitude, a wreath for them. More deathless than the diadem, Who to life's noblest end, Gave up life's noblest powers, And bade the legacy descend, Down, down to us and ours.
17. oldal - Where once the death-whoop vexed the air; The Pilgrim — seek yon ancient place of graves, Beneath that chapel's holy shade ; Ask, where the breeze the long grass waves, Who, who within that spot are laid; — The Patriot — go, to Fame's proud mount repair; The tardy pile, slow rising there, With tongueless eloquence shall tell Of them who for their country fell.
8. oldal - O, many a time it hath been told, The story of those men of old : For this fair Poetry hath wreathed Her sweetest, purest flower; For this proud Eloquence hath breathed His strain of loftiest power: Devotion, too, hath lingered round Each spot of consecrated ground, And hill and valley blessed; There, where our banished fathers strayed, There, where they loved, and wept, and prayed, There, where their ashes rest. And never may they rest unsung, While Liberty can find a tongue. Twine, Gratitude, a...
15. oldal - Alas ! for them — their day is o'er, Their fires are out from hill and shore ; No more for them the wild deer bounds. The plough is on their hunting grounds ; The pale man's axe rings through their woods, The pale man's sail skims o'er their floods, Their pleasant springs are dry ; Their children — look, by power oppressed, Beyond the mountains of the west, XX.
17. oldal - The thriftless fellow lived beyond his means, " He must buy brants — I make my folks eat beans ; " What cares he for 'the knave, the knave's sad wife, The blighted prospects of an anxious life ? The kindly throbs that other men control, Ne'er melt the iron of the miser's soul ; Through life's dark...
10. oldal - Turn to the Press — its teeming sheets survey, Big with the wonders of each passing day ; Births, deaths, and weddings, forgeries, fires, and wrecks, Harangues and hail-storms, brawls and broken necks...