PoemsCarey and Hart, 1847 - 376 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 37
... blooms of May , I passed thee on thy humble stalk . So they , who climb to wealth , forget The friends in darker fortunes tried . I copied them - but I regret That I should ape the ways of pride . And when again the genial hour Awakes ...
... blooms of May , I passed thee on thy humble stalk . So they , who climb to wealth , forget The friends in darker fortunes tried . I copied them - but I regret That I should ape the ways of pride . And when again the genial hour Awakes ...
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... blooms alone The little wind - flower , whose just opened eye Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at— Startling the loiterer in the naked groves With unexpected beauty , for the time Of blossoms and green leaves is yet afar . And ere ...
... blooms alone The little wind - flower , whose just opened eye Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at— Startling the loiterer in the naked groves With unexpected beauty , for the time Of blossoms and green leaves is yet afar . And ere ...
الصفحة 54
... blooms , And herbs were wanting , which the pious hand Might plant or scatter there , these gentle rites Passed out of use . Now they are scarcely known , And rarely in our borders may you meet The tall larch , sighing in the burying ...
... blooms , And herbs were wanting , which the pious hand Might plant or scatter there , these gentle rites Passed out of use . Now they are scarcely known , And rarely in our borders may you meet The tall larch , sighing in the burying ...
الصفحة 76
... in the night . " Ye were foully murdered , my hapless sons , By the hands of wicked and cruel ones ; Ye fell , in your fresh and blooming prime , All innocent , for your father's crime . RIZPAH . 77 He sinned - but he paid the 76 POEMS .
... in the night . " Ye were foully murdered , my hapless sons , By the hands of wicked and cruel ones ; Ye fell , in your fresh and blooming prime , All innocent , for your father's crime . RIZPAH . 77 He sinned - but he paid the 76 POEMS .
الصفحة 77
... bloom of his face . " Oh , what an hour for a mother's heart , When the pitiless ruffians tore us apart ! When I clasped their knees and wept and prayed , And struggled and shrieked to Heaven for aid , And clung to my sons with ...
... bloom of his face . " Oh , what an hour for a mother's heart , When the pitiless ruffians tore us apart ! When I clasped their knees and wept and prayed , And struggled and shrieked to Heaven for aid , And clung to my sons with ...
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الصفحة 37 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
الصفحة 29 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
الصفحة 31 - 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.
الصفحة 28 - To 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 gentle sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
الصفحة 303 - For with thy side shall dwell, at last, The victory of endurance born. Truth; crushed to earth, shall rise again ; The eternal years of God are hers ; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers. Yea, though thou lie upon the dust, When they who helped thee flee in fear. Die full of hope and manly trust, Like those who fell in battle here. Another hand thy sword shall wield, Another hand the standard wave, Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed The blast of triumph o'er thy...
الصفحة 136 - There, through the long, long summer hours, The golden light should lie, And thick young herbs and groups of flowers Stand in their beauty by. The oriole should build and tell His love-tale, close beside my cell ; The idle butterfly Should rest him there, and there be heard The housewife bee and humming bird.
الصفحة 130 - 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...
الصفحة 200 - I would that thus, when I shall see The hour of death draw near to me, Hope, blossoming within my heart, May look to heaven as I depart.
الصفحة 194 - Love, that midst grief began, And grew with years, and faltered not in death. Full many a mighty name Lurks in thy depths, unuttered, unrevered ; With thee are silent fame, Forgotten arts, and wisdom disappeared.
الصفحة 30 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.