Poems ... Reprinted from the American Octavo Edition, Volume 2Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins., 1827 |
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... Seem'd theirs a torturing panoply to speak ! And there were some , from whom the very mind Had been wrung out : they smil'd - oh ! startling smile Whence man's high soul is fled ! -where doth it sleep the while ? XVII . But onward moved ...
... Seem'd theirs a torturing panoply to speak ! And there were some , from whom the very mind Had been wrung out : they smil'd - oh ! startling smile Whence man's high soul is fled ! -where doth it sleep the while ? XVII . But onward moved ...
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... seem'd the crowd to shun , Half veil'd upon the clear pale brow of one , And deeper thoughts than oft to youth belong , Thoughts , such as wake to evening's whispery sway , Within the drooping shade of her sweet eyelids lay . XXXIV ...
... seem'd the crowd to shun , Half veil'd upon the clear pale brow of one , And deeper thoughts than oft to youth belong , Thoughts , such as wake to evening's whispery sway , Within the drooping shade of her sweet eyelids lay . XXXIV ...
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... seem'd as if her breast Had hoarded energies , till then suppress'd Almost with pain , and bursting from control , And finding first that hour their pathway free : -Could a rose brave the storm , such might her em- blem be ! " XXXVI ...
... seem'd as if her breast Had hoarded energies , till then suppress'd Almost with pain , and bursting from control , And finding first that hour their pathway free : -Could a rose brave the storm , such might her em- blem be ! " XXXVI ...
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... seem'd to swell With painful tenderness . Why came I there , That troubled image of my friend to bear Thence , for my after - years ? —a thing to dwell In my heart's core , and on the darkness rise , Disquieting my dreams with its ...
... seem'd to swell With painful tenderness . Why came I there , That troubled image of my friend to bear Thence , for my after - years ? —a thing to dwell In my heart's core , and on the darkness rise , Disquieting my dreams with its ...
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... seem'd o'er— That my soul yearn'd to hear his voice once more ! But mine was fetter'd ! -mute in strong amaze , I watch'd his features as the night - wind blew , And torch - light or the moon's pass'd o'er their marble hue . LV . The ...
... seem'd o'er— That my soul yearn'd to hear his voice once more ! But mine was fetter'd ! -mute in strong amaze , I watch'd his features as the night - wind blew , And torch - light or the moon's pass'd o'er their marble hue . LV . The ...
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Page 215 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 266 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 181 - Yet more, the Depths have more ! — What wealth untold Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies.
Page 265 - Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ; But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth...
Page 305 - Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Page 258 - Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Page 215 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? — They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found, — Freedom to worship God.
Page 284 - And men stood breathless in their dread. And baffled in their skill — But One was there, who rose and said To the wild sea,
Page 289 - Thou tak'st through the dim church-aisle thy way, And its pillars from twilight flash forth to day, And its high pale tombs, with their trophies old, Are bathed in a flood as of burning gold.
Page 319 - Now in thy youth, beseech of Him Who giveth, upbraiding' not; That his light in thy heart become not dim, And his love be unforgot ; And thy God, in the darkest of days, will be, Greenness, and beauty, and strength to thee...