The Gift Book of GemsDavid Bugbee & Company, 1856 - 312 pages |
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... feel to be the flame of Genius . It is evident that his prin- cipal obligations are due to German literature , which over him , as over so many at the present day , exerts a certain wild witchery , and is tast- ed with all the sweetness ...
... feel to be the flame of Genius . It is evident that his prin- cipal obligations are due to German literature , which over him , as over so many at the present day , exerts a certain wild witchery , and is tast- ed with all the sweetness ...
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... feel ! But thou hast language for all thoughts and feelings . Thou art a scholar ; and sometimes I think We cannot walk together in this world ! The distance that divides us is too great ! Henceforth thy pathway lies among the stars ; I ...
... feel ! But thou hast language for all thoughts and feelings . Thou art a scholar ; and sometimes I think We cannot walk together in this world ! The distance that divides us is too great ! Henceforth thy pathway lies among the stars ; I ...
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... feel that thirst and hunger of the soul We cannot still ; that longing , that wild impulse , And struggle after something we have not And cannot love ; the effort to be strong ; And like the Spartan boy , to smile , and smile , While ...
... feel that thirst and hunger of the soul We cannot still ; that longing , that wild impulse , And struggle after something we have not And cannot love ; the effort to be strong ; And like the Spartan boy , to smile , and smile , While ...
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... feel the spell , The shadows sweep away . Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled : Faith shineth as a morning star , Our ghastly fears are dead . PHANTOMS . ALL houses wherein men have lived and died HENRY W ...
... feel the spell , The shadows sweep away . Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled : Faith shineth as a morning star , Our ghastly fears are dead . PHANTOMS . ALL houses wherein men have lived and died HENRY W ...
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... feeling , We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying , not concealing , The grief that must have sway . A PASSING THOUGHT . O WHAT a glory doth this world put on For him who , with a fervent heart goes forth Under the bright and ...
... feeling , We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying , not concealing , The grief that must have sway . A PASSING THOUGHT . O WHAT a glory doth this world put on For him who , with a fervent heart goes forth Under the bright and ...
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Page 22 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Page 25 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Page 14 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 28 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Page 2 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Page 26 - ... Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
Page 18 - I HAVE read, in some old marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead.
Page 20 - ALL houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. Through the open doors The harmless phantoms on their errands glide, With feet that make no sound upon the floors. We meet them at the doorway, on the stair, Along the passages they come and go, Impalpable impressions on the air, A sense of something moving to and fro. There are more guests at table than the hosts Invited ; the illuminated hall Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts, As silent as the pictures on the wall.
Page 19 - I have read, in the marvellous heart of man, That strange and mystic scroll, That an army of phantoms, vast and wan, Beleaguer the human soul. Encamped beside Life's rushing stream, In Fancy's misty light, Gigantic shapes and shadows gleam Portentous through the night. Upon its midnight battle-ground The spectral camp is seen, And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there, In the army of the grave ; No other challenge breaks the air, But the...
Page 24 - We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way THE BUILDERS.