Poets and Poetry of VermontAbby Maria Hemenway Brown, Taggard & Chase, 1860 - 500 páginas |
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Admah angels antique Artist Arctic Roses beams beauty beneath birds blessed bloom bosom breast breath breeze bright brow CARLOS WILCOX charms cheek child clouds cold dark dear death deep dreams e'en earth Erlking Etah eyes faded fair fear flowers gather gaze gentle glorious glory glow golden grave green Green Mountain Boys grief growing hail to Vermont hair Hampshire Grants hand hath heart Heaven hills holy hope land life's light lips lonely look lyre merry Middlebury College MONTO Montpelier morning mother mountains ne'er neath never night o'er passed prayer rest rill round shade shadow shine sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul Souliote spirit Spring star stream sweet sweetly swell swift Morgan tears tempest thee There's thine thou thought toil vale Vermont voice Walrus wave weary weep wild winds wings youth
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Página 55 - Some high or humble enterprise of good Contemplate, till it shall possess thy mind, Become thy study, pastime, rest, and food, And kindle in thy heart a flame refined. Pray Heaven for firmness thy whole soul to bind To this thy purpose — to begin, pursue, With thoughts all fix'd, and feelings purely kind; Strength to complete, and with delight review, And grace to give the praise where all is ever due.
Página 55 - Wake, thou that sleepest in enchanted bowers, Lest these lost years should haunt thee on the night When death is waiting for thy numbered hours To take their swift and everlasting flight ; Wake, ere the earth-born charm unnerve thee quite, And be thy thoughts to work divine addrest ; Do something — do it soon — with all thy might ; An angel's wing would droop if long at rest, And God himself, inactive, were no longer blest.
Página 87 - S a fearful night in the winter time, As cold as it ever can be ; The roar of the blast is heard, like the chime Of the waves on an angry sea ; The moon is full, but her silver light The storm dashes out with its wings to-night ; And over the sky from south to north Not a star is seen, as the wind comes forth In the strength of a mighty glee.
Página 56 - Rouse to some work of high and holy love, And thou an angel's happiness shalt know, Shalt bless the earth while in the world above ; The good begun by thee shall onward flow In many a branching stream, and wider grow ; The seed that, in these few and fleeting hours, Thy hands unsparing and unwearied sow, Shall deck thy grave with amaranthine flowers, And yield thee fruits divine in heaven's immortal bowers.
Página 42 - No breezes bend in smooth and graceful waves, While with their motion, dim and bright by turns, The sunshine seems to move ; nor e'en a breath Brushes along the surface with a shade Fleeting and thin, like that of flying smoke. The slender stalks their heavy bended heads Support as motionless as oaks their tops. O'er all the woods the topmost leaves are still ; E'en the wild poplar leaves, that, pendent hung By stems elastic, quiver at a breath, Rest in the general calm.
Página 27 - old Bay State" threaten? Does Congress complain? Swarms Hampshire in arms on our borders again? Bark the war-dogs of Britain aloud on the lake? Let 'em come; — what they can, they are welcome to take. What seek they among us? The pride of our wealth Is comfort, contentment, and...
Página 42 - Seen high and thick, by gazing up beside Some shading object, in a silver shower Plumb down, and slower than the slowest snow, Through all the sleepy atmosphere descends ; And where it lights, though on the steepest roof, Or smallest spire of grass, remains unmoved.
Página 141 - THE honey-bee, that wanders all day long The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er, To gather in his fragrant winter store, Humming in calm content his quiet song, Seeks not alone the rose's glowing breast, The lily's dainty cup, the violet's lips, But from all rank and noisome weeds he sips The single drop of sweetness ever prest Within the poison chalice.
Página 90 - With his cap on his head and the reins in his hand — The dog with his nose on his master's feet, And the mare half seen through the crusted sleet, Where she lay when she floundered down.
Página 420 - Oh, many a time with a careless hand I have pushed it away from the pebbly strand, And paddled it down where the stream runs quick, Where the whirls are wild and the eddies are thick, And laughed as I leaned o'er the rocking side, And looked below in the broken tide, To see that the faces and boats were two, That were mirrored back from the old canoe. But now, as I lean o'er the crumbling side, And look below in the sluggish tide, The face that I see there is graver grown...