Poems ...Ticknor & Fields, 1854 |
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... Dead he is not , but departed , for the artist never dies . Fairer seems the ancient city , and the sunshine seems more fair , That he once has trod its pavement , that he once has breathed its air ! Through these streets so broad and ...
... Dead he is not , but departed , for the artist never dies . Fairer seems the ancient city , and the sunshine seems more fair , That he once has trod its pavement , that he once has breathed its air ! Through these streets so broad and ...
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... wholly sung nor said . For his thought , that never stops , Folows the water - drops 1 Down to the graves of the dead , Down through chasms and gulfs profound , To the dreary fountain - head Of lakes and rivers RAIN IN SUMMER . 43.
... wholly sung nor said . For his thought , that never stops , Folows the water - drops 1 Down to the graves of the dead , Down through chasms and gulfs profound , To the dreary fountain - head Of lakes and rivers RAIN IN SUMMER . 43.
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... dead centuries . But , lo ! thy door is left ajar ! Thou hearest footsteps from afar ! And , at the sound , Thou turnest round With quick and questioning eyes , Like one , who , in a foreign land , Beholds on every hand Some source of ...
... dead centuries . But , lo ! thy door is left ajar ! Thou hearest footsteps from afar ! And , at the sound , Thou turnest round With quick and questioning eyes , Like one , who , in a foreign land , Beholds on every hand Some source of ...
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... is descending ; The marsh is frozen , The river dead . Through clouds like ashes , The red sun flashes On village windows That glimmer red . The snow recommences ; The buried fences Mark no longer 6 81 AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY.
... is descending ; The marsh is frozen , The river dead . Through clouds like ashes , The red sun flashes On village windows That glimmer red . The snow recommences ; The buried fences Mark no longer 6 81 AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY.
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... ! " By day its voice is low and light ; But in the silent dead of night , Distinct as a passing footstep's fall , It echoes along the vacant hall , Along the ceiling , along the floor , And seems 7 THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS . 97.
... ! " By day its voice is low and light ; But in the silent dead of night , Distinct as a passing footstep's fall , It echoes along the vacant hall , Along the ceiling , along the floor , And seems 7 THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS . 97.
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Page 329 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Page 326 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see! she stirs! She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
Page 98 - All are scattered, now, and fled, — Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, "Ah! when shall they all meet again?" As in the days long since gone by, The ancient timepiece makes reply, — "Forever — never! Never- forever!
Page 129 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 148 - Neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their windows ; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance.
Page 319 - Hold the great ship against the bellowing blast! And at the bows an image stood, By a cunning artist carved in wood, With robes of white, that far behind Seemed to be fluttering in the wind. It was not shaped in a classic mould, Not like a Nymph or Goddess of old, Or Naiad rising from the water, But modelled from the Master's daughter!
Page 315 - Far exceedeth all the rest ! Thus with the rising of the sun Was the noble task begun, And soon throughout the ship-yard's bounds Were heard the intermingled sounds Of axes and of mallets, plied With vigorous arms on every side ; Plied so deftly and so well, That, ere the shadows of evening fell, The keel of oak for a noble ship, Scarfed and bolted, straight and strong, Was lying ready, and stretched along The blocks, well placed upon the slip. Happy, thrice happy, every one Who sees...
Page 75 - THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.
Page 302 - Kind messages that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history, in which we feel the pressure of a hand, — One touch of fire, — and all the rest is mystery! The pleasant books, that silently among Our household treasures take familiar places, And are to us as if a living tongue Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces!
Page 320 - Is swung into its place ; Shrouds and stays Holding it firm and fast ! Long ago, In the deer-haunted forests of Maine, When upon mountain and plain Lay the snow, They fell, — those lordly pines ! Those grand, majestic pines ! 'Mid shouts and cheers The jaded steers, Panting beneath the goad, Dragged down the weary, winding road Those captive kings so straight and tall. To be shorn of their streaming hair, And, naked and bare, To feel the stress and che strain Of the wind and the reeling main, Whose...