A Beautiful Poetic Review and Friendly OfferingDewey & Company, 1885 - 35 páginas |
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... heart . " Again from the sketch entitled the " Broken Heart : " " How many bright eyes grow dim , how many soft cheeks grow pale , how many lovely forms fade away into the tomb , and none can tell the cause that blighted their ...
... heart . " Again from the sketch entitled the " Broken Heart : " " How many bright eyes grow dim , how many soft cheeks grow pale , how many lovely forms fade away into the tomb , and none can tell the cause that blighted their ...
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... Heart , " that Byron once said he " wanted to hear an American read it , " and when an American read it to him he melted into tears , remarking , " You see me weep ; I have but few tears for this world , but I always weep for the broken ...
... Heart , " that Byron once said he " wanted to hear an American read it , " and when an American read it to him he melted into tears , remarking , " You see me weep ; I have but few tears for this world , but I always weep for the broken ...
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... heart ; Where fancy halted , weary in its flight In other men , his , fresh as morning rose , And soared untrodden heights , and seemed at home Where angels bashful looked . Others , though great , Beneath their argument seemed ...
... heart ; Where fancy halted , weary in its flight In other men , his , fresh as morning rose , And soared untrodden heights , and seemed at home Where angels bashful looked . Others , though great , Beneath their argument seemed ...
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... waxed deadly and chill , And the hearts but once heaved , and forever were still . " What more striking illustration of the effect of a great pestilence or the fatal simoon of the desert , could be drawn than POETIC REVIEW . 29.
... waxed deadly and chill , And the hearts but once heaved , and forever were still . " What more striking illustration of the effect of a great pestilence or the fatal simoon of the desert , could be drawn than POETIC REVIEW . 29.
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... heart swelling with patriot emotions , looked upon the serried ranks , the " rows of burnished steel ; " witnessed the various evolutions and the drill , by which fathers , sons and brothers were being prepared for the momentous ...
... heart swelling with patriot emotions , looked upon the serried ranks , the " rows of burnished steel ; " witnessed the various evolutions and the drill , by which fathers , sons and brothers were being prepared for the momentous ...
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Página 28 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 31 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 24 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 33 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible, swift sword. His truth is marching on.
Página 11 - As the vine, which has long twined its graceful foliage about the oak, and been lifted by it into sunshine, will, when the hardy plant is rifted by the thunderbolt, cling round it with its caressing tendrils, and bind up its shattered boughs ; so...
Página 26 - Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tarn maun ride — That hour o...
Página 29 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Página 3 - The world is full of poetry — the air Is living with its spirit ; and the waves Dance to the music of its melodies, And sparkle in its brightness. Earth is veiled, And mantled with its beauty; and the walls That close the universe with crystal in, Are eloquent with voices, that proclaim The unseen glories of immensity, In harmonies, too perfect, and too high, For aught but beings of celestial mould, And speak to man in one eternal hymn, Unfading beauty, and unyielding power.
Página 28 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, "With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Página 34 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat ; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat ; O, be swift, my soul to answer Him, be jubilant my feet ! Our God is marching 'on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born, across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me : As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.