Select PoemsE. C. & J. Biddle, 1845 - 338 páginas |
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... from the " New - Hampshire Patriot . " " We are pleased with the liberal spirit of devotion which is scattered through every part of this volume . Whatever we meet with at the hand of man , we are delighted to see the brows.
... from the " New - Hampshire Patriot . " " We are pleased with the liberal spirit of devotion which is scattered through every part of this volume . Whatever we meet with at the hand of man , we are delighted to see the brows.
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... Hand Babe Buried at Sea The Benefactress The Broken Vase · 261 . 264 266 268 · 270 273 277 280 282 284 286 288 · 290 293 294 297 · 301 304 307 309 310 312 · 315 317 320 The Mohegan Church 323 The Thrush 326 The School - mistress 329 ...
... Hand Babe Buried at Sea The Benefactress The Broken Vase · 261 . 264 266 268 · 270 273 277 280 282 284 286 288 · 290 293 294 297 · 301 304 307 309 310 312 · 315 317 320 The Mohegan Church 323 The Thrush 326 The School - mistress 329 ...
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... hand to the waiting sea . Though broader streams our sister realms may boast , Herculean cities , and a prouder coast , Yet from the bound where hoarse St. Lawrence roars , To where La Plata rocks resounding shores , From where the arms ...
... hand to the waiting sea . Though broader streams our sister realms may boast , Herculean cities , and a prouder coast , Yet from the bound where hoarse St. Lawrence roars , To where La Plata rocks resounding shores , From where the arms ...
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... hand , The home - taught homage of an artless land . The stranger marks , amid their joyous line , The little baskets whence they hope to dine , And larger books , as if their dexterous art , Dealt most nutrition to the noblest part ...
... hand , The home - taught homage of an artless land . The stranger marks , amid their joyous line , The little baskets whence they hope to dine , And larger books , as if their dexterous art , Dealt most nutrition to the noblest part ...
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... hand . Here , too , our patriot sires with honour rest , In Freedom's cause who bared the valiant breast ; - Sprang ... hands with toil embrowned , And bade a monarch's thousand banners yield— Firm at the plough , and glorious in the ...
... hand . Here , too , our patriot sires with honour rest , In Freedom's cause who bared the valiant breast ; - Sprang ... hands with toil embrowned , And bade a monarch's thousand banners yield— Firm at the plough , and glorious in the ...
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amid angel angel's song arms art thou babe baptism beauty bless blest bloom bold bosom breast breath bright brow celestial sphere cheek cheerful cold cradle dark dead dear death deep didst dost doth dream drest earth eternal fade fair faith fear flowers fond gathered glorious grave hand Hast thou hath heart Heaven Heaven's gate hoarse holy hope Hopia hour infant lisping lone lyre meek Methinks midnight midnight hour MOHEGAN morn mother mournful muse neath o'er pale Perchance pomp praise prayer pride proud pure rest robe rose round Saviour's scroll seraph silent sire sleep smile song sorrow soul spake spirit spread strong sublime sweet swell tear tempest tender thee thine thou hast thought throne toil tomb tone tread trembling Twas twill vale voice wave weary wild wing wintry young Zarephath
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Página 259 - Ye say their cone-like cabins, That clustered o'er the vale, Have fled away like withered leaves Before the autumn gale ; But their memory liveth on your hills, Their baptism on your shore, Your everlasting rivers speak Their dialect of yore.
Página vii - I expect neither profit nor general fame by my writings; and I consider myself as having been amply repaid without either. Poetry has been to me its own " exceeding great reward ; " it has soothed my afflictions ; it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the Good and the Beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me...
Página 282 - And Methuselah lived after he begat Lamech seven hundred eighty and two years, and begat sons and daughters: 27 And all the days of Methuselah were nine hundred sixty and nine years: and he died.
Página 309 - And, as the transient flower of grass, Just blossom — droop, and die; But for a being without end, This vow of love we take; Grant us, O God! one home at last, For our Redeemer's sake.
Página 70 - DEEP Solitude I sought. There was a dell Where woven shades shut out the eye of day, While, towering near, the rugged mountains made Dark back-ground 'gainst the sky. Thither I went, And bade my spirit taste that lonely fount, For which it long had thirsted 'mid the strife And fever of the world.
Página 243 - With blessings on thy head; Fresh roses in thy hand, Buds on thy pillow laid, Haste from this fearful land, Where flowers so quickly fade.
Página 65 - Twas even so. Thy heart was with the halls Of thy nativity. Their sparkling lights, Carpets, and sofas, and admiring guests, Befit thee better than these rugged walls Of shapeless logs, and this lone hermit home.
Página 265 - Ye build — ye build — but ye enter not in, Like the tribes whom the desert devoured in their sin : From the land of promise ye fade and die, Ere its verdure gleams forth on your weary eye ; As the kings of the cloud-crowned pyramid, Their noteless bones in oblivion hid, Ye slumber unmarked 'mid the desolate main, While the wonder and pride of your works remain.
Página 265 - neath the billows dark, The wrecking reef for the gallant bark ? There are snares enough on the tented field, Mid the blossomed sweets that the valleys yield ;. There are serpents to coil ere the flowers are up, There's a...
Página 292 - Virginia's godlike chief — Ye, whose last thought upon your nightly couch, Whose first at waking, is your cradled son, — What though no high ambition prompts to...