Poems ...Ticknor & Fields, 1854 |
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... feeling taught , I launch the bold , adventurous thought , Freighted with hope and fear ; As upon subterranean streams , In caverns unexplored and dark , Men sometimes launch a fragile bark , Laden with flickering fire , And watch its ...
... feeling taught , I launch the bold , adventurous thought , Freighted with hope and fear ; As upon subterranean streams , In caverns unexplored and dark , Men sometimes launch a fragile bark , Laden with flickering fire , And watch its ...
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... feeling of sadness comes o'er me , That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing , That is not 77 THE DAY IS DONE.
... feeling of sadness comes o'er me , That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing , That is not 77 THE DAY IS DONE.
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... feeling , And banish the thoughts of day . Not from the grand old masters , Not from the bards sublime , Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time . For , like strains of martial music , Their mighty thoughts suggest ...
... feeling , And banish the thoughts of day . Not from the grand old masters , Not from the bards sublime , Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time . For , like strains of martial music , Their mighty thoughts suggest ...
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... funeral train . The bell is pealing , And every feeling Within me responds To the dismal knell ; Shadows are trailing , My heart is bewailing And tolling within Like a funeral bell . TO AN OLD DANISH SONG - BOOK . WELCOME , 82 POEMS .
... funeral train . The bell is pealing , And every feeling Within me responds To the dismal knell ; Shadows are trailing , My heart is bewailing And tolling within Like a funeral bell . TO AN OLD DANISH SONG - BOOK . WELCOME , 82 POEMS .
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... Feels , but scarcely feels , a trembling In his pierced and bleeding palm . And by all the world forsaken , Sees he how with zealous care At the ruthless nail of iron A little bird is striving there . Stained with blood and never tiring ...
... Feels , but scarcely feels , a trembling In his pierced and bleeding palm . And by all the world forsaken , Sees he how with zealous care At the ruthless nail of iron A little bird is striving there . Stained with blood and never tiring ...
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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...