PoemB.L. Hamlen, 1841 - 48 páginas |
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... hour ; Deep in the breast it wins its way , With silent but resistless sway , Fills with a kindred calm the soul , Soothes every sorrow , sets it free From sordid passion's base control , And wakes its inward purity . Perverted his ...
... hour ; Deep in the breast it wins its way , With silent but resistless sway , Fills with a kindred calm the soul , Soothes every sorrow , sets it free From sordid passion's base control , And wakes its inward purity . Perverted his ...
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... hour , The frailest , the minutest flower 1 That blushes on some unseen sod , As well as earth's old mountains hoar , The thunder's crash , the ocean's roar , Proclaim alike their author God ! O pierce the veil of shadows dim- The types ...
... hour , The frailest , the minutest flower 1 That blushes on some unseen sod , As well as earth's old mountains hoar , The thunder's crash , the ocean's roar , Proclaim alike their author God ! O pierce the veil of shadows dim- The types ...
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... hour , The impotence of human power ; And if thy breast ambition nurse To soar above thy fellows , learn An atom in a universe- The dust around thee not to spurn . See all the littleness of man Compared with nature's boundless plan ...
... hour , The impotence of human power ; And if thy breast ambition nurse To soar above thy fellows , learn An atom in a universe- The dust around thee not to spurn . See all the littleness of man Compared with nature's boundless plan ...
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... hour ; With hope beguiling present ill , And promising enjoyment still ; And fancy that can never rest , But grasps the future and unknown , Fills with ideal joys the breast , And frames creations of its own ! But dearer bliss is found ...
... hour ; With hope beguiling present ill , And promising enjoyment still ; And fancy that can never rest , But grasps the future and unknown , Fills with ideal joys the breast , And frames creations of its own ! But dearer bliss is found ...
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... sad its joy , how mingled with regret , At rending ties time only made more dear , And leaving scenes we never can forget ! Fond memory oft shall from its flower - strewn track , The blissful hours that fleeted here recall , And roaming 15.
... sad its joy , how mingled with regret , At rending ties time only made more dear , And leaving scenes we never can forget ! Fond memory oft shall from its flower - strewn track , The blissful hours that fleeted here recall , And roaming 15.
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acter ambition American learning amid attain battlement beautiful become birthright bless bliss boast Bolingbroke breast bright character CHORUS dazzling debase deep Destroyer Dignity of Learning DONALD G dreams duties earth educated mind elegant empire ence faculties fancy farewell feeling fling flowers Galileo gild glad Godhead golden grasp grave guardian of truth halls hand hath heart Heaven hope hour human independence Intel intellectual judgment labors letters linger literary literature live ment mysteries nature never nity noble o'er Past they stand political popular possessed pride principles prostituted pursuits refined reign Ne'er return republican revelations sacred Saxon scenes scheme of moral sentiment shrouded silent skies smiles Socrates sorrow soul sphere star strange sublime subordination to morality sunny reign Ne'er superior sweet thought throng throw tireless pinion to-day toil tomb true Dignity vigor voice wanderer wave wisdom yield youth
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Página 44 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 44 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Página 28 - The wisdom of a learned man cometh by opportunity of leisure: and he that hath little business shall become wise. How can he get wisdom that holdeth the plough, and that glorieth in the goad, that driveth oxen, and is occupied in their labours, and whose talk is of bullocks?
Página 42 - Toil and travel, but no sorrow. We were of all tongues and creeds; — Some were those who counted beads, Some of mosque, and some of church...
Página 47 - ... Earth ne'er offered to the sky Such a minstrelsy ! IX. " And these tranquil shades of elm — Deep their beauty now ! And these old familiar halls — Dearer still they grow. Stay, stay ye fleeting hours ! Bear not from these classic bowers, These happy scenes, and spirits gay, Our kindred souls away ! X.
Página 45 - ... will your sunny reign Ne'er return again? II. THE RESPONSE. TIME. Yes, your years, like transient dreams, All have glided by, Smiling in the Past they stand, A silent company. Still receding, on the shore Of wasting life, they'll come no more. And for you, their sunny reign Ne'er returns again ! III.
Página 48 - Yet one prayer we proffer still ; Grant it ere we go. Gently deal with one, whose eye Rests kindly on us now ! Blessings on that parent-heart ! Heaven's own peace be still its part. Grief, and pain, and sorrow dim, Time, O spare to him ! XII.
Página 45 - ... transient dreams, All have glided by, Smiling in the Past they stand, A silent company. Tell us, ye fleeting band, Gliding to your shadowy land, Tell us — will your sunny reign Ne'er return again ? II. THE RESPONSE. TIME. Yes, your years, like transient dreams, • All have glided by, Smiling in the Fast they stand, A silent company.
Página 45 - Air. CHORUS. Well — our years, like transient dreams, All have glided by, Smiling in the Past they stand, A silent company. Tell us, ye fleeting band, Gliding to your shadowy land, Tell us — will your sunny reign Ne'er return again ? II.
Página 36 - And if this union between all that is pure in morals, and all that is elegant in letters...