PoemsA. Hart, 1850 - 378 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 22
... O'er the dark wave, and straight are swallowed in its womb XIII. Those ages have no memory — but they left A record in the desert — columns strown On the waste sands, and statues fallen and cleft, Heaped like a host in battle overthrown ...
... O'er the dark wave, and straight are swallowed in its womb XIII. Those ages have no memory — but they left A record in the desert — columns strown On the waste sands, and statues fallen and cleft, Heaped like a host in battle overthrown ...
الصفحة 19
... O'er earth , and the glad dwellers on her face , Now that our swarming nations far away h as passive read . Are spread , where'er the moist earth drinks the day THE AGES . 19 The Conjunction of Jupiter and Venus A Summer Ramble Page ...
... O'er earth , and the glad dwellers on her face , Now that our swarming nations far away h as passive read . Are spread , where'er the moist earth drinks the day THE AGES . 19 The Conjunction of Jupiter and Venus A Summer Ramble Page ...
الصفحة 20
... With his own image , and who gave them sway O'er earth , and the glad dwellers on her face , Now that our swarming nations far away passive endin as pas Are spread , where'er the moist earth drinks the day THE AGES . 19.
... With his own image , and who gave them sway O'er earth , and the glad dwellers on her face , Now that our swarming nations far away passive endin as pas Are spread , where'er the moist earth drinks the day THE AGES . 19.
الصفحة 20
... o'er their face ; - When , from the genial cradle of our race , Went forth the tribes of men , their pleasant lot To choose , where palm - groves cooled their dwelling - place , Or freshening rivers ran ; and there forgot The truth of ...
... o'er their face ; - When , from the genial cradle of our race , Went forth the tribes of men , their pleasant lot To choose , where palm - groves cooled their dwelling - place , Or freshening rivers ran ; and there forgot The truth of ...
الصفحة 39
... o'er its bed Of pebbly sands, or leaping down the rocks, Seems, with continuous laughter, to rejoice In its own being. Softly tread the marge, Lest from her midway perch thou scare the wren That dips her bill in water. The cool wind ...
... o'er its bed Of pebbly sands, or leaping down the rocks, Seems, with continuous laughter, to rejoice In its own being. Softly tread the marge, Lest from her midway perch thou scare the wren That dips her bill in water. The cool wind ...
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amid architrave beauty beneath birds bloom blossoms blue boughs boundless breath breeze bright brook brow calm city spires clouds cold dark death deep didst dwell earth EARTH'S CHILDREN ENGRAVED fair fairest flowers forest fresh gathered gaze gentle glad glen glides glorious glory golden blaze grave green green mountain groves hand hear heart heaven held me long herbs hills hour HUMPHRYS leaves light look lovely stream lovers walk maiden maize Maquon mighty mingled mould mountain murmur night o'er pass PITCAIRN'S ISLAND pleasant rill Rizpah rocks round RURAL MAIDS scene shade shalt shine sight silent skies smile soft solitudes song sound sparkles of light spirit spring stars stream summer sweet swell tempests thee thine thou art thou dost Thou hast thousand cheerful trees tulip-tree vale voice wander weep wild wind-flower winds wings woods youth
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الصفحة 20 - Whither, 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 182 - A wild and many-weaponed throng Hang on thy front, and flank, and rear. Yet nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blench not at thy chosen lot. The timid good may stand aloof, The sage may frown — yet faint thou not. Nor heed the shaft too surely cast, The foul and hissing bolt of scorn ; For with thy side shall dwell, at last, The victory of endurance born. Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again ; Th' eternal years of God are hers ; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.
الصفحة 194 - When he took off the gyves. A bearded man, Armed to the teeth, art thou; one mailed hand Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword; thy brow, Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred With tokens of old wars; thy massive limbs Are strong with struggling. Power at thee has launched His bolts, and with his lightnings smitten thee. They could not quench the life thou hast from heaven.
الصفحة 95 - THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
الصفحة 16 - 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 82 - ... 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.
الصفحة 91 - God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised ! Let me, at least, Here, in the shadow of this aged wood, Offer one hymn — thrice happy, if it find Acceptance in his ear. Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns ; thou Didst weave this verdant roof.
الصفحة 83 - My heart is awed within me when I think Of the great miracle that still goes on, In silence, round me, — the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed Forever.
الصفحة 106 - There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree, There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea. And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray, On the leaping waters and gay young isles ; Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away.
الصفحة 182 - A friendless warfare ! lingering long Through weary day and weary year ; A wild and many-weaponed throng Hang on thy front and flank and rear. Yet nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blench not at thy chosen lot ; The timid good may stand aloof, The sage may frown, — yet faint thou not ! Nor...