Poems, Volume 1Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 |
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... poor . The very ornaments thou wearest are not thine . hired for this great day . They have been Yet art thou rich ; rich in health , rich in hope , rich in thy first , young , fervent love . The blessing of heaven be upon thee ! So ...
... poor . The very ornaments thou wearest are not thine . hired for this great day . They have been Yet art thou rich ; rich in health , rich in hope , rich in thy first , young , fervent love . The blessing of heaven be upon thee ! So ...
Page 173
... poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on . " Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear , While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow ; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were - wolf's bark , Until the soaring lark Sang ...
... poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on . " Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear , While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow ; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were - wolf's bark , Until the soaring lark Sang ...
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... of blessings . Or do ye know , ye children , one blessing that comes not from Heaven ? What has mankind forsooth , the poor ! that it has not received ? Therefore , fall in the dust and pray ! The THE CHILDREN OF THE LORD'S SUPPER . 217.
... of blessings . Or do ye know , ye children , one blessing that comes not from Heaven ? What has mankind forsooth , the poor ! that it has not received ? Therefore , fall in the dust and pray ! The THE CHILDREN OF THE LORD'S SUPPER . 217.
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... poor old slave , infirm and lame ; Great scars deformed his face ; On his forehead he bore the brand of shame , And the rags , that hid his mangled frame , Were the livery of disgrace . All things above were bright and fair , All things ...
... poor old slave , infirm and lame ; Great scars deformed his face ; On his forehead he bore the brand of shame , And the rags , that hid his mangled frame , Were the livery of disgrace . All things above were bright and fair , All things ...
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... poor and blind , He saw the blessed light of heaven no more , Shorn of his noble strength and forced to grind In ... poor , blind Slave , the scoff and jest of all , Expired , and thousands perished in the fall ! There is a poor , blind ...
... poor and blind , He saw the blessed light of heaven no more , Shorn of his noble strength and forced to grind In ... poor , blind Slave , the scoff and jest of all , Expired , and thousands perished in the fall ! There is a poor , blind ...
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Page 251 - ... wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Page 241 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Page 16 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Page 27 - Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll ; They are chanting solemn masses, Singing ; " Pray for this poor soul, Pray, — pray ! " And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain...
Page 186 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck.
Page 271 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!" A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior! "Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
Page 9 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ! It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Page 175 - I wooed the blue-eyed maid, Yielding, yet half afraid, And in the forest's shade Our vows were plighted. Under its loosened vest Fluttered her little breast, Like birds within their nest By the hawk frighted.
Page 251 - 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 245 - No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own. Responds, — as if with unseen wings An angel touched its quivering strings ; And whispers, in its song, " Where hast thou stayed so long ?