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... waves of Time ! Who from its bed of primal rock First wrenched thy dark , unshapely block ? Are glancing in the sun's warm beam ; From sail - urged keel and flashing oar The circles widen to its shore ; And cultured field and peopled ...
... waves of Time ! Who from its bed of primal rock First wrenched thy dark , unshapely block ? Are glancing in the sun's warm beam ; From sail - urged keel and flashing oar The circles widen to its shore ; And cultured field and peopled ...
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... waves which break Forever round that lonely lake A solemn undertone shall make ! Beside their slaughtered chief , of this ? 30 Lulled on their sorrowing mother's breast ? And silent now the hunters stand , Grouped darkly , where a swell ...
... waves which break Forever round that lonely lake A solemn undertone shall make ! Beside their slaughtered chief , of this ? 30 Lulled on their sorrowing mother's breast ? And silent now the hunters stand , Grouped darkly , where a swell ...
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... waves there no banner My fortress above ? ' Dark and wild , from his deck St. Estienne gazed about , On fire - wasted dwellings , 50 Cried Charles of Estienne ! And silent redoubt ; From the prow of his shallop He gazed , as the sun , 5 ...
... waves there no banner My fortress above ? ' Dark and wild , from his deck St. Estienne gazed about , On fire - wasted dwellings , 50 Cried Charles of Estienne ! And silent redoubt ; From the prow of his shallop He gazed , as the sun , 5 ...
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... waves in the sunshine , And green isles before him ; But a pale hand was beckoning The Huguenot on ; And in blackness and ashes Behind was St. John ! 1841 . 140 THE CYPRESS - TREE OF CEYLON . Ibn Batuta , the celebrated Mussulman tra ...
... waves in the sunshine , And green isles before him ; But a pale hand was beckoning The Huguenot on ; And in blackness and ashes Behind was St. John ! 1841 . 140 THE CYPRESS - TREE OF CEYLON . Ibn Batuta , the celebrated Mussulman tra ...
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... wave , The boat on ocean tossed . The glory of the sunset heaven On land and water lay ; On the steep hills of Agawam ... waves that batter Along her yielding land . 225 230 235 God bless the sea - beat island ! And grant forevermore ...
... wave , The boat on ocean tossed . The glory of the sunset heaven On land and water lay ; On the steep hills of Agawam ... waves that batter Along her yielding land . 225 230 235 God bless the sea - beat island ! And grant forevermore ...
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Page 431 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy!
Page 375 - In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread. Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight. "Halt!
Page 432 - Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as boyhood can ! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward. Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod...
Page 576 - Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee ; air, earth, and skies ; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee ; thou hast great allies ; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and Man's unconquerable mind.
Page 51 - The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill, And saw Maud Muller standing still. "A form more fair, a face more sweet Ne'er hath it been my lot to meet. "And her modest answer and graceful air Show her wise and good as she is fair.
Page 374 - UP from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.
Page 52 - Alas for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge! God pity them both! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been...
Page 432 - How the oriole's nest is hung; Where the whitest lilies blow, Where the freshest berries grow, Where the ground-nut trails its vine, Where the wood-grape's clusters shine; Of the black wasp's cunning way, Mason of his walls of clay, And the architectural plans Of gray hornet artisans!
Page 375 - Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf. She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Page 204 - Have lighted up and led his age, Falls back in night. Scorn! would the angels laugh, to mark A bright soul driven, Fiend-goaded, down the endless dark, From hope and heaven! Let not the land once proud of him Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim, Dishonored brow.