PoemsJ. Munroe & Company, 1847 - 251 páginas |
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Página 71
... flowers , Which breathes his sweet fame through the northern bowers . He heard , when in the grove , at intervals , With sudden roar the aged pine - tree falls , - One crash , the death - hymn of the perfect tree , Declares the close of ...
... flowers , Which breathes his sweet fame through the northern bowers . He heard , when in the grove , at intervals , With sudden roar the aged pine - tree falls , - One crash , the death - hymn of the perfect tree , Declares the close of ...
Página 74
... enough to die ; Then will yet my mother yield A pillow in her greenest field , Nor the June flowers scorn to cover The clay of their departed lover . } WOODNOTES . II . As sunbeams stream through liberal space 74 WOODNOTES .
... enough to die ; Then will yet my mother yield A pillow in her greenest field , Nor the June flowers scorn to cover The clay of their departed lover . } WOODNOTES . II . As sunbeams stream through liberal space 74 WOODNOTES .
Página 92
... flowers A bunch of fragrant lilies be , Or the stars of eternity ? Alike to him the better , the worse , - The glowing angel , the outcast corse . Thou metest him by centuries , And lo ! he passes like the breeze ; Thou seek'st in globe ...
... flowers A bunch of fragrant lilies be , Or the stars of eternity ? Alike to him the better , the worse , - The glowing angel , the outcast corse . Thou metest him by centuries , And lo ! he passes like the breeze ; Thou seek'st in globe ...
Página 97
... flowers . O , wondrous craft of plant and stone By eldest science done and shown ! " Happy , ' I said , ' whose home is here ! Fair fortunes to the mountaineer ! Boon Nature to his poorest shed Has royal pleasure - grounds outspread ...
... flowers . O , wondrous craft of plant and stone By eldest science done and shown ! " Happy , ' I said , ' whose home is here ! Fair fortunes to the mountaineer ! Boon Nature to his poorest shed Has royal pleasure - grounds outspread ...
Página 112
... wing , Vanish , and end their murmuring , - Vanish beside these dedicated blocks , Which who can tell what mason laid ? Spoils of a front none need restore , Replacing frieze and architrave ; - Yet flowers each stone 112 MONADNOC .
... wing , Vanish , and end their murmuring , - Vanish beside these dedicated blocks , Which who can tell what mason laid ? Spoils of a front none need restore , Replacing frieze and architrave ; - Yet flowers each stone 112 MONADNOC .
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agrimony amulets astronomy bard beauty bird blessed blood boughs breeze brook Canst child churl cloud Cossack Dæmon dear deep delight divine doth draw earth eternal eyebeam Fakirs fall Fate feet flame flowers forest forest fall forever genius German glow gods GOETHE grace Hafiz hast hath Hearken heaven Heed hill Houris JAMES MUNROE JEAN PAUL RICHTER Jove juice land leaves light lore lover maid melt mind morning mountain Muse Nature Nature's never o'er pale Pentecost pine pine-tree plant Pleiads POEMS poet Price 50 cents pulse race rhyme rose round Saadi SAMUEL OSGOOD scorn secret seek shadow shines sings song soul sphere Sphinx star sunbeam sweet thee thine eye things thou thou shalt thought throbbing thrush thy heart Translated tree Twill unto Uriel volume wave wild wind wise wood
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Página 250 - BY the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world.
Página 72 - The timid it concerns to ask their way, And fear what foe in caves and swamps can stray, To make no step until the event is known, And ills to come as evils past bemoan. Not so the wise ; no coward watch he keeps To spy what danger on his pathway creeps ; Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, — his hall the azure dome ; Where his clear spirit leads him, there's his road, By God's own light illumined and foreshowed.
Página 141 - T is a brave master; Let it have scope: Follow it utterly, Hope beyond hope: High and more high It dives into noon, With wing unspent, Untold intent; But it is a god, Knows its own path And the outlets of the sky. It was never for the mean; It requireth courage stout. Souls above doubt, Valor unbending, It will reward,-- They shall return More than they were, And ever ascending.
Página 12 - In stings of remorse. Have I a lover Who is noble and free ? — I would he were nobler Than to love me. " Eterne alternation Now follows, now flies ; And under pain, pleasure, — Under pleasure, pain lies. ;/ *••< Love works at the centre, Heart-heaving alway ; Forth speed the strong pulses To the borders of day. " Dull Sphinx, Jove keep thy five wits ; Thy sight is growing blear; Rue, myrrh and cummin for the Sphinx, __~- Her muddy eyes to clear...
Página 53 - Where are these men ? Asleep beneath their grounds And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough. Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs ; Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet Clear of the grave.
Página 138 - Olympian bards who sung Divine ideas below, Which always find us young, And always keep us so.
Página 29 - Or by knowledge grown too bright To hit the nerve of feebler sight. Straightway, a forgetting wind Stole over the celestial kind, And their lips the secret kept, If in ashes the fire-seed slept. But now and then, truth-speaking things Shamed the angels...
Página 120 - And ride mankind. There are two laws discrete, Not reconciled — Law for man, and law for thing; The last builds town and fleet, But it runs wild, And doth the man unking.
Página 121 - Let man serve law for man; Live for friendship, live for love, For truth's and harmony's behoof; The state may follow how it can, As Olympus follows Jove.
Página 59 - Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, 0 rival of the rose!