PoemsLeavitt and Allen, 1855 - 347 sider |
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Side 25
... silent board In the shadow of the night . " There is laid a sword in thy father's tomb , And its edge is fraught with thy foeman's doom ; But soft be thy step through the silence deep , And move not the urn in the house of sleep , For ...
... silent board In the shadow of the night . " There is laid a sword in thy father's tomb , And its edge is fraught with thy foeman's doom ; But soft be thy step through the silence deep , And move not the urn in the house of sleep , For ...
Side 26
... silence deep , And move not the urn in the house of sleep , For the viewless have fearful might ! " - And many a ... silent stars on high , And there waved not the smoke of one cabin- hearth ' Midst the quiet of the sky ; And along ...
... silence deep , And move not the urn in the house of sleep , For the viewless have fearful might ! " - And many a ... silent stars on high , And there waved not the smoke of one cabin- hearth ' Midst the quiet of the sky ; And along ...
Side 28
... silent cave The men of Grütli sleep ! SWISS SONG , ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF AN ANCIENT BATTLE . The Swiss , even to our days have continued to celebrate the anniversary of ancient battles with much solemnity ; assem bling in the open air ...
... silent cave The men of Grütli sleep ! SWISS SONG , ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF AN ANCIENT BATTLE . The Swiss , even to our days have continued to celebrate the anniversary of ancient battles with much solemnity ; assem bling in the open air ...
Side 44
... silence , when Heaven's voice Though kings lead armies o'er us , we shall sleep Calls back the things we love . Wrapt in ... silent agony , the heart Thy voice of wo doth rend ! Your faithful vigils for your sons may win What must not be ...
... silence , when Heaven's voice Though kings lead armies o'er us , we shall sleep Calls back the things we love . Wrapt in ... silent agony , the heart Thy voice of wo doth rend ! Your faithful vigils for your sons may win What must not be ...
Side 53
... silent coming bears Some token to my soul . - But nought of this Unto my mother ! -These are awful hours ! And on their heavy steps , afflictions crowd With such dark pressure , there is left no room For one grief more . Theresa . Sweet ...
... silent coming bears Some token to my soul . - But nought of this Unto my mother ! -These are awful hours ! And on their heavy steps , afflictions crowd With such dark pressure , there is left no room For one grief more . Theresa . Sweet ...
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art thou banners bear beauty beneath bless bosom brave breast breath breeze bright bright land brow burst cloud Conradin Constance dark Dartmoor dead death deep doth dread dreams dust dwell e'en earth Elmina Eribert fair falchion fane farewell father fear flowers gaze glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow Gonzalez Granada grave grief hath hear heard heart Heaven holy hope hour hushed land light lone look lyre midst mighty Montalba Moorish mournful ne'er night noble Note o'er pale passed Procida proud Provençal Raimond repose rest rocks rose round scene shade shadow shore shrine Sicily silent sleep slumber smile soft solemn song soul sound Spain spirit storm stranger's heart stream strong sunbeam sweet swell sword tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought throng tomb tone Twas unto Vittoria voice wake warrior wave weep wild wind Ximena young
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Side 330 - Not there, not there, my child! Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, . And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things? Not there, not there, my child!
Side 267 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
Side 376 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Side 284 - And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They...
Side 267 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Side 287 - Her lot is on you !— to be found untired, Watching the stars out by the bed of pain, With a pale cheek, and yet a brow inspired, And a true heart of hope, though hope be vain ; Meekly to bear with wrong, to cheer decay, And oh ! to love through all things— therefore pray...
Side 31 - To him that wept a son ? He lived : for life may long be borne Ere sorrow break its chain ; Why comes not death to those who mourn ? He never smiled again...
Side 276 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Side 262 - O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown : Yet must thou hear a voice — Restore the dead ! Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee ! — Restore the dead, thou sea ! BRING FLOWERS.
Side 268 - Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war 1 They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ! They have left unstained what there they found, Freedom to worship God ! — Mrs.