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... , Solemn and silent everywhere ! Nature with folded hands seemed there , Kneeling at her evening prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines 1 VOICES OF THE NIGHT Page Prelude.
... , Solemn and silent everywhere ! Nature with folded hands seemed there , Kneeling at her evening prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines 1 VOICES OF THE NIGHT Page Prelude.
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... seemed to say , " It cannot be ! They pass away ! Other themes demand thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song within thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise ...
... seemed to say , " It cannot be ! They pass away ! Other themes demand thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song within thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise ...
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... seemed written in his face ! And more than a hundred spirits sat within . " In exitu Israel de Ægypto ! " Thus sang they all together in one voice , With whatso in that Psalm is after written . Then made he sign of holy rood upon them ...
... seemed written in his face ! And more than a hundred spirits sat within . " In exitu Israel de Ægypto ! " Thus sang they all together in one voice , With whatso in that Psalm is after written . Then made he sign of holy rood upon them ...
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... Seemed to me like an angel's psalm ! That in the groves of balm Go , mingle yet once more With the perpetual roar Of the pine forest , dark and hoar ! Tongues of the dead , not lost , But speaking from death's frost , Like fiery tongues ...
... Seemed to me like an angel's psalm ! That in the groves of balm Go , mingle yet once more With the perpetual roar Of the pine forest , dark and hoar ! Tongues of the dead , not lost , But speaking from death's frost , Like fiery tongues ...
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... seemed then the old man ; Such was the glance of his eye , and such were his tresses of silver . All the congregation arose in the pews that were numbered . But with a cordial look , to the right and the left hand , the old man Nodding ...
... seemed then the old man ; Such was the glance of his eye , and such were his tresses of silver . All the congregation arose in the pews that were numbered . But with a cordial look , to the right and the left hand , the old man Nodding ...
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Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful beaver behold beneath birds Bons amis breath brooklet Chibiabos cloud cried Dacotahs dark dead death door doorway dreams earth Eginhard EPIMETHEUS eyes face fair father feet fire forest gazed Gitche Gumee gleam golden Grand-Pré guests hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Laughing Water light listen look loud maiden meadow mighty Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning mountains Mudjekeewis night o'er old Nokomis Osseo PANDORA passed Pau-Puk-Keewis paused Prec river rose round rushing sails sang shadow shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile snow song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stars stood sunshine sweet tale Tharaw thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum waves Wenonah whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
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Página 32 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Página 36 - ... wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Página 85 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Página 1 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Página 86 - I breathed a song into the air, I i. fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong. That it can follow the flight of song • Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend, SONNETS.
Página 218 - O'er the arms and back of my chair ; If I try to escape, they surround me ; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine ! Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, Because you have scaled the wall, Such an old mustache as I am Is not a match for you all ! I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there...
Página 228 - All is well !" A moment only he feels the spell Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river widens to meet the bay, — A line of black that bends and floats On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.
Página 91 - This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
Página 217 - THE CHILDREN'S HOUR. BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Página 85 - THE DAY IS DONE. THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.