PoemsPutnam, 1849 - 181 páginas |
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beams bear beauty beneath blest bloom breast breath bright brighter burning Canst thou say chords clasp cloud crown dark DAY-DAWN dead Death deep didst dost dream drooping e'en earth eternal eyes fair faith fame fearful flow flowers flowers of romance FREDERIKA BREMER friends gaze gentle gleam gloom glorious glory glow Greece hath heaven immortal land laurel laurel wreath life's light linger live loveliness lyre martial music mer de glace N. P. WILLIS night noble o'er thy pass radiance realm red tides rend asunder repose rise round shade shine sigh silent skies smile song SONNET soul spirit stars storms stream strife sweet sword of truth TARPEIA tears tempest thine thou art thou hast thought thrill throng thy birth thy heart thy love thy spirit's tide tomb tone tread Twill vanished vision voice wake wandering waste waters waves weep wild wings young
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Página 25 - Earth ! when round thy path The storms of life arise, And when thy brothers pass thee by With stern, unloving eyes, Here shall the poets chant for thee Their sweetest, loftiest lays, And prophets wait to guide thy steps In Wisdom's pleasant ways. Come, with these God-anointed kings...
Página 88 - Go forth in life, oh friend ! not seeking love, — A mendicant that with imploring eye And outstretched hand asks of the passers-by The alms his strong necessities may move. For such poor love, to pity near allied, Thy generous spirit may not stoop and wait, A suppliant whose prayer may be denied Like a spurned beggar's at a palace-gate.
Página 88 - But thy heart's affluence, lavish, uncontrolled, The largess of thy love, give full and free, As monarchs in their progress scatter gold ; And be thy heart like the exhaustless sea, That must its wealth of cloud and dew bestow, Though tributary streams or ebb or flow.
Página 81 - Eighteen hundred years agone Was that deed of darkness done — Was that sacred, thorn-crowned head To a shameful death betrayed, And Iscariot's traitor name Blazoned in eternal shame. Thou, disciple of our time, Follower of the faith sublime, Who with high and holy scorn Of that traitorous deed dost burn, Though the years may never more To our earth that form restore The Christ-Spirit ever lives — Ever in thy heart he strives. When pale Misery mutely calls ; When thy...
Página 59 - GREECE ! hear that joyful sound! A stranger's voice upon thy sacred hill, Whose tones shall bid the slumbering nations round Wake with convulsive thrill. Athenians ! gather there, he brings you words Brighter than all your boasted lore affords. He brings you news of One Above Olympian Jove ; One in whose light Your gods shall fade like stars before the sun. On your bewildered night That USKNOWS Gon of whom ye darkly dream In all his burning radiance shall beam.
Página 84 - OH thou who once on earth, beneath the weight Of our mortality didst live and move, The incarnation of profoundest love; Who on the Cross that love didst consummate— Whose deep and ample fulness could embrace The poorest, meanest of our fallen race : How shall we e'er that boundless debt repay!
Página 73 - Sucks 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 pressed Within the poison chalice.
Página 65 - As thou didst stand upon thy native shore, In the calm sunshine, in the ocean's roar ; Nature and God spoke with thee, and the truth, That o'er thy spirit then in radiance streamed, And in thy life so calmly, brightly beamed, Shall still shine on undimmed.
Página 60 - Midst doubt and darkness, lo ! he points to One Where all your vaunted reason lost must pause, And faint to think upon. That was from everlasting, that shall be To everlasting still, eternally. Ye followers of him Who deemed his soul a spark of Deity ! Your fancies fade, — your master's dreams grow dim To this reality.
Página 73 - Within the poison chalice. Thus if we Seek only to draw forth the hidden sweet In all the varied human flowers we meet, In the wide garden of humanity, And, like the bee, if home the spoil we bear, Hived in our hearts it turns the nectar there.