Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volume 2Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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Pagina 107
... thy radiant wing , and thy glancing eye , Thou hast all the range of the sunny sky , And what is our grief to thee ? Is it aught ev'n to her we mourn ? Doth she look on the tears by her kindred shed ? Doth she rest with the flowers o'er ...
... thy radiant wing , and thy glancing eye , Thou hast all the range of the sunny sky , And what is our grief to thee ? Is it aught ev'n to her we mourn ? Doth she look on the tears by her kindred shed ? Doth she rest with the flowers o'er ...
Pagina 118
... thee we call ! — There is joy in Odin's Hall . " At the feast and in the song , Thou shalt be remember'd long ! By the green isles of the flood Thou hast left thy track in blood ! On the earth and on the sea , There are those will speak of ...
... thee we call ! — There is joy in Odin's Hall . " At the feast and in the song , Thou shalt be remember'd long ! By the green isles of the flood Thou hast left thy track in blood ! On the earth and on the sea , There are those will speak of ...
Pagina 135
... hast thou heard the sounds that rise From the deep chambers of the earth ? The wild and wondrous melodies To which ... thou launch thy light canoe , And wouldst thou ply thy rapid oar , Before thee , hadst thou morning's speed , The ...
... hast thou heard the sounds that rise From the deep chambers of the earth ? The wild and wondrous melodies To which ... thou launch thy light canoe , And wouldst thou ply thy rapid oar , Before thee , hadst thou morning's speed , The ...
Pagina 168
... thy voice one tone laments for me ; But I have been a thing unloved , from childhood's loving years , And therefore turns my soul to thee , for thou hast known my tears ; The mountains , and the caves , and thou , my secret tears have ...
... thy voice one tone laments for me ; But I have been a thing unloved , from childhood's loving years , And therefore turns my soul to thee , for thou hast known my tears ; The mountains , and the caves , and thou , my secret tears have ...
Pagina 170
... thou hast thrown Back on the forests and the wilds what should have been thine own ! " Then fare thee well ! I leave thee not in loneliness to pine , Since thou hast sons of statelier mien and fairer brow than mine ! Forgive me that ...
... thou hast thrown Back on the forests and the wilds what should have been thine own ! " Then fare thee well ! I leave thee not in loneliness to pine , Since thou hast sons of statelier mien and fairer brow than mine ! Forgive me that ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
art thou banners beauty beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land brow burst call'd child dark dead death deep didst dreams dust dwell earth ev'n faded faint fair fair brow falchion fear flowers foam fount gaze gentle glance gleam gloom glorious glow gone grave green hath hear heard heart Heaven hour hush'd joyous Lake of Lucerne land leaves light lips lone look'd lovely sculpture lyre midst mighty mirth Moorish mournful night o'er thy Oronoco pale pass'd pines pour'd rest rills Rio verde round seem'd shades shadows shining shore silent sleep slumber smile soft soft eyes song soul sound Spain spear spirit stars stormy strain streams sunny sunny brow sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tone unto voice wave weep wild wind woods wouldst young
Populaire passages
Pagina 215 - 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.
Pagina 266 - 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 ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Pagina 181 - Yet more, the Depths have more ! — What wealth untold Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies.
Pagina 265 - Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ; But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth...
Pagina 305 - Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Pagina 258 - Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Pagina 215 - Why had they come to wither there, 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 ? — 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.
Pagina 284 - And men stood breathless in their dread. And baffled in their skill — But One was there, who rose and said To the wild sea,
Pagina 289 - Thou tak'st through the dim church-aisle thy way, And its pillars from twilight flash forth to day, And its high pale tombs, with their trophies old, Are bathed in a flood as of burning gold.
Pagina 319 - Now in thy youth, beseech of Him Who giveth, upbraiding' not; That his light in thy heart become not dim, And his love be unforgot ; And thy God, in the darkest of days, will be, Greenness, and beauty, and strength to thee...