Golden Leaves from the American PoetsBunce and Huntington, 1865 - 532 oldal |
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But fruitful , rich , well suited to inspire The purest frenzy of poetic fire . Despise it not , ye bards to terror steeled , Who hurl your thunders round the epic field ; Nor ye who strain your midnight throats to sing Joys that the ...
But fruitful , rich , well suited to inspire The purest frenzy of poetic fire . Despise it not , ye bards to terror steeled , Who hurl your thunders round the epic field ; Nor ye who strain your midnight throats to sing Joys that the ...
32. oldal
... fires . But here , though distant from our native shore , With mutual glee , we meet and laugh once more . The same ! I know thee by that yellow face , That strong complexion of true Indian race , Which time can never change , nor soil ...
... fires . But here , though distant from our native shore , With mutual glee , we meet and laugh once more . The same ! I know thee by that yellow face , That strong complexion of true Indian race , Which time can never change , nor soil ...
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... fires emblaze the land , Then start the juices , then the roots expand ; Then , like a column of Corinthian mould , The stalk struts upward and the leaves unfold ; The busy branches all the ridges fill , Entwine their arms , and kiss ...
... fires emblaze the land , Then start the juices , then the roots expand ; Then , like a column of Corinthian mould , The stalk struts upward and the leaves unfold ; The busy branches all the ridges fill , Entwine their arms , and kiss ...
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... fire flames high ; and as a pool ( that takes The headlong stream that o'er the milldam breaks ) Foams , roars , and rages with incessant toils , So the vexed cauldron rages , roars , and boils . First with clean salt she seasons well ...
... fire flames high ; and as a pool ( that takes The headlong stream that o'er the milldam breaks ) Foams , roars , and rages with incessant toils , So the vexed cauldron rages , roars , and boils . First with clean salt she seasons well ...
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... I see , you admire : Then take it , I pray you ; perhaps ' twill beguile Some moments of sorrow ( nay , pardon my smile ) , Or , at least , keep you home by the fire . " Then Ellen the gift , with delight and surprise , 46 GOLDEN LEAVES .
... I see , you admire : Then take it , I pray you ; perhaps ' twill beguile Some moments of sorrow ( nay , pardon my smile ) , Or , at least , keep you home by the fire . " Then Ellen the gift , with delight and surprise , 46 GOLDEN LEAVES .
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84. oldal - ANATOPSIS. ^T*O him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
224. oldal - WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE. •IT7OODMAN, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, , And I'll protect it now.
280. oldal - When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight...
86. oldal - 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.
253. oldal - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
63. oldal - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
94. oldal - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
86. oldal - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
294. oldal - Far in the Northern Land, By the wild Baltic's strand, I, with my childish hand, Tamed the gerfalcon ; And, with my skates fast-bound, Skimmed the half-frozen Sound, That the poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on.
91. oldal - In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.