PoemsGould and Newman, 1839 - 160 pages |
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Page 139 - THE freeman's glittering sword be blest, — Forever blest the freeman's lyre, — That rings upon the tyrant's crest ; This stirs the heart like living fire : Well can he wield the shining brand, Who battles for his native land ; But when his fingers sweep the chords, That summon heroes to the fray, They gather at the feast of swords, Like mountain-eagles to their prey ! And mid the vales and swelling hills. That sweetly bloom in Freedom's land, A living spirit breathes and fills The freeman's heart...
Page 111 - Thou passest on, and with thec go The loves of youth, the cares of age ; And smiles and tears, and joy and wo, Are on thy history's troubled page ! There, every day, like yesterday, Writes hopes that end in mockery ; But who shall tear the veil away Before the abyss of things to be...
Page 140 - For this, when Freedom's trumpet calls, He waves on high his sword of fire, — For this, amidst his country's halls Forever strikes the freeman's lyre ! His burning heart he may not lend To serve a doting despot's sway, — A suppliant knee he will not bend, Before these things of " brass and clay :" When wrong and ruin call to war, He knows the summons from afar ; On high his glittering sword he waves, And myriads feel the freeman's fire, While he, around their fathers
Page 73 - And, sinking on the blue hills' breast, the sun Spreads the large bounty of his level blaze, Lengthening the shades of mountains and tall trees, And throwing blacker shadows o'er the sheet Of this dark stream, in whose unruffled tide Waver the bank-shrub and the graceful elm, As the gay branches and their trembling leaves Catch the soft whisper of the coming air : So doth it mirror every passing cloud, And those which fill the chambers of the west With such strange beauty, fairer than all thrones,...
Page 151 - Scotia hath heather-hills, sweet their perfume ; Yet through the wilderness cheerful we stray, Native land, native land, home far away ! ' ' Pilgrims and wanderers, hither we come ; Where the free dare to be, — this is our home...
Page 150 - Pilgrims and wanderers, hither wo come ; Where the free dare to be, — this is our home." England hath sunny dales, dearly they bloom ; Scotia hath heather-hills, sweet their perfume : Yet through the wilderness cheerful we stray, Native land, native land, home far away!
Page 151 - ... maids, high rose their song ; Hear it sweep, clear and deep, ever along : " Pilgrims and wanderers, hither we come ; Where the free dare to be — this is our home ! " Not theirs the glory-wreath, torn by the blast ; Heavenward their holy steps, heavenward they passed.
Page 71 - Come thou with me! If thou hast- worn away All this most glorious summer in the crowd, Amid the dust of cities, and the din, While birds were...
Page 150 - Over the mountain wave, see where they come, Storm-cloud and wintry wind welcome them home; Yet, where the sounding gale howls to the sea, There their song peals along, deep-toned and free : ' ' Pilgrims and wanderers, hither we come ; Where the free dare to be, — this is our home...
Page 75 - Looks from his airy vantage over the world, And, by the music of his mounting flight, Tells many blessed things of gushing gold, Coming in floods o'er the eastern wave, Will we arise, and our pure orisons Shall keep us in the trials of the day. JEWISH BATTLE-SONG. Ho ! Princes of Jacob ! the strength and the stay Of the daughter of Zion, — now up, and array ; Lo, the hunters have struck her, and bleeding alone Like a pan!