Miscellaneous Poems Selected from the United States Literary GazetteCummings, Hilliard, and Harrison Gray, 1826 - 172 páginas |
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... storm , Bow down thy weak and slender form Before its breath . Or , torn away by whirlwind's blast , Borne high in air , at length be cast Upon the ground . Or , parched by drought , may'st droop away , Return again to humble clay , Nor ...
... storm , Bow down thy weak and slender form Before its breath . Or , torn away by whirlwind's blast , Borne high in air , at length be cast Upon the ground . Or , parched by drought , may'st droop away , Return again to humble clay , Nor ...
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... storm and lightning , from that huge gray wall , Have tumbled down vast blocks , and at the base Dashed them in fragments , and to lay thine ear Over the dizzy depth , and hear the sound Of winds , that struggle with the woods below ...
... storm and lightning , from that huge gray wall , Have tumbled down vast blocks , and at the base Dashed them in fragments , and to lay thine ear Over the dizzy depth , and hear the sound Of winds , that struggle with the woods below ...
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... it through the half hidden forest tops , Till , like an ocean waking into storm , It heaved and weltered . Gloriously the light Crested its billows , and those craggy islands Shone on it like to palaces of spar Built on 31.
... it through the half hidden forest tops , Till , like an ocean waking into storm , It heaved and weltered . Gloriously the light Crested its billows , and those craggy islands Shone on it like to palaces of spar Built on 31.
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... storm , Sails rent - masts staggering — and a spectre crew , — Blood mingled with the foam bathing their bows , - And I could hear their shrieks as they went on Crying of murder to their bloody foes ! A form shot downward close at my ...
... storm , Sails rent - masts staggering — and a spectre crew , — Blood mingled with the foam bathing their bows , - And I could hear their shrieks as they went on Crying of murder to their bloody foes ! A form shot downward close at my ...
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... storm Hung on his dun , dark cloud , and heavily beat The pulses of the sea , -sent forth a voice Of awful adoration to the spirit , That , wrapt in darkness , moved upon its face . And when the bow of evening arched the east , Or , in ...
... storm Hung on his dun , dark cloud , and heavily beat The pulses of the sea , -sent forth a voice Of awful adoration to the spirit , That , wrapt in darkness , moved upon its face . And when the bow of evening arched the east , Or , in ...
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Página 45 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave. And spread the roof above them, — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Página 48 - God ! when thou Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts, or fill, With all the waters of the firmament, The swift dark whirlwind that uproots...
Página 95 - The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies, I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies. Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild, stormy month ! in praise of thee ; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.
Página 19 - They waste us — ay — like April snow In the warm noon, we shrink away ; And fast they follow, as we go Towards the setting day, — Till they shall fill the land, and we Are driven into the western sea.
Página 46 - Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees. They in thy sun Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot towards heaven.
Página 45 - And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty. Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised?
Página 46 - That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship. Nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird, Passes ; and yon clear spring, that midst its herbs Wells softly forth, and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of all the good it does.
Página 98 - The waving verdure rolls along the plain, And the wide forest weaves, To welcome back its playful mates again, A canopy of leaves ; And from its darkening shadow floats A gush of trembling notes. Fairer and brighter spreads the reign of May , The tresses of the woods With the light dallying of the west-wind play ; And the full-brimming floods, As gladly to their goal they run, Hail the returning sun.
Página 103 - There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, Pouring new glory on the autumn woods, And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds.
Página 59 - Take thy banner! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale, When the clarion's music thrills To the hearts of these lone hills, When the spear in conflict shakes, And the strong lance shivering breaks. "Take thy banner! and, beneath The battle-cloud's encircling wreath, Guard it!