The Laurel: a Gift for All Seasons: Being a Collection of PoemsE.R. Broaders, 1836 - 252 من الصفحات |
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... storm and beautiful in calm - all these natural characteristics cannot be regarded as deficient in the elements of the loftiest poetry . The collection of poems here offered to the public has no higher pretension than that of being ...
... storm and beautiful in calm - all these natural characteristics cannot be regarded as deficient in the elements of the loftiest poetry . The collection of poems here offered to the public has no higher pretension than that of being ...
الصفحة 7
... Storm , . The Banner of Murat , by P. M. Wetmore , To the Ice Mountain , by J. O. Rockwell , The Last Prophecy of Cassandra , Death , by R. Morris , . The Spectre Ship of Salem , by J. G. Whittier , 27 28 31 38 39 41 42 44 46 48 50 51 ...
... Storm , . The Banner of Murat , by P. M. Wetmore , To the Ice Mountain , by J. O. Rockwell , The Last Prophecy of Cassandra , Death , by R. Morris , . The Spectre Ship of Salem , by J. G. Whittier , 27 28 31 38 39 41 42 44 46 48 50 51 ...
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... The Little Beach Bird , by R. H. Dana ,. Morning among the Hills , by J. G. Percival , To a Lady , by J. W. Miller , The Little Foot , by Hannah F. Gould , 163 165 167 169 173 • 174 ΤΟ CONTENTS . Page . The Dying Storm , by.
... The Little Beach Bird , by R. H. Dana ,. Morning among the Hills , by J. G. Percival , To a Lady , by J. W. Miller , The Little Foot , by Hannah F. Gould , 163 165 167 169 173 • 174 ΤΟ CONTENTS . Page . The Dying Storm , by.
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... Storm of War , by J. G. C. Brainard , The Last Leaf , by O. W. Holmes , Stanzas , by J. G. C. Brainard , 185 187 190 195 196 197 200 202 - 204 The Dead Mariner , by G. D. Prentice , 205 To the Daughter of a Friend , by J. G. C. Brainard ...
... Storm of War , by J. G. C. Brainard , The Last Leaf , by O. W. Holmes , Stanzas , by J. G. C. Brainard , 185 187 190 195 196 197 200 202 - 204 The Dead Mariner , by G. D. Prentice , 205 To the Daughter of a Friend , by J. G. C. Brainard ...
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... Storm of War , by J. G. C. Brainard , 200 The Last Leaf , by O. W. Holmes , 202 Stanzas , by J. G. C. Brainard , 204 The Dead Mariner , by G. D. Prentice , 205 To the Daughter of a Friend , by J. G. C. Brainard , 207 The Sea Boy to his ...
... Storm of War , by J. G. C. Brainard , 200 The Last Leaf , by O. W. Holmes , 202 Stanzas , by J. G. C. Brainard , 204 The Dead Mariner , by G. D. Prentice , 205 To the Daughter of a Friend , by J. G. C. Brainard , 207 The Sea Boy to his ...
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ALARIC Alloway Kirk beams beauty beneath Beneath the sky bird blue brave breast breath breeze bright brow burning cheek clouds cold dark dead death deep didst dreams earth fading fair flowers gale gathered gazed gentle gleam glory glow gone grave green hath hear heart heaven hills hope hour kiss leaf light linger lips look lyre memory mermaid's hair mighty mighty music monarch mountain morning mountain mourn N. P. WILLIS NAIN never night o'er ocean pale PARK BENJAMIN PILGRIM FATHERS pinions roar rock roll rose round Scots wha hae sea-bird shine SHIP OF SALEM shore sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul SPECTRE SHIP spirit stars stood storm streams summer swaying arms sweet tears tempest THANATOPSIS thee thine thou art thou wert throne thunder thy dream tread voice wake wandering wave wild wind wing youth
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الصفحة 45 - All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
الصفحة 43 - 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 healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
الصفحة 45 - 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.
الصفحة 46 - 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...
الصفحة 15 - When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
الصفحة 91 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
الصفحة 18 - Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil ; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly On beds of oaken leaves.
الصفحة 16 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
الصفحة 16 - Each soldier eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky-born glories burn, And, as his springing steps advance, Catch war and vengeance from the glance.
الصفحة 231 - The floor is of sand, like the mountain drift. And the pearl-shells spangle the flinty snow ; From coral rocks the sea-plants lift Their boughs, where the tides and billows flow; The water is calm and still below. For the winds and waves are absent there, And the sands are bright as the stars that glow 'In the motionless fields of upper air...