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... wild exertion , Palpitating with the struggle ; And before him , breathless , lifeless , Lay the youth , with hair dishevelled , Plumage torn , and garments tattered , Dead he lay there in the sunset . And victorious Hiawatha Made the ...
... wild exertion , Palpitating with the struggle ; And before him , breathless , lifeless , Lay the youth , with hair dishevelled , Plumage torn , and garments tattered , Dead he lay there in the sunset . And victorious Hiawatha Made the ...
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... wild cat stole To banquet on the dead ; - Nor how , when strangers found his bones , They dressed the hasty bier , And marked his grave with nameless stones , Unmoistened by a tear , But long they looked , and feared , and wept ...
... wild cat stole To banquet on the dead ; - Nor how , when strangers found his bones , They dressed the hasty bier , And marked his grave with nameless stones , Unmoistened by a tear , But long they looked , and feared , and wept ...
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... wild , Was , " Father ! have mercy ! look down on my child ! " Fire fire it is raging above and below ; The smoke and hot cinders all blindingly blow . The cheek of the sailor grew pale at the sight , And his eyes glittered wild in the ...
... wild , Was , " Father ! have mercy ! look down on my child ! " Fire fire it is raging above and below ; The smoke and hot cinders all blindingly blow . The cheek of the sailor grew pale at the sight , And his eyes glittered wild in the ...
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... wild a storm , And such , perhaps , may be my fate , but still I say to thee , Fear not , but trust in Providence wherever you may'st be . " THE LIFE OF A BIRD . MARY HOWITT . How pleasant the life of a bird must be , Skimming about on ...
... wild a storm , And such , perhaps , may be my fate , but still I say to thee , Fear not , but trust in Providence wherever you may'st be . " THE LIFE OF A BIRD . MARY HOWITT . How pleasant the life of a bird must be , Skimming about on ...
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... wild As the laughing mirth of a rosy child ! What joy it must be , like a living breeze , To flutter about through the flowering trees ; Lightly to soar , and to see beneath The wastes of the blossoming purple heath , And the yellow ...
... wild As the laughing mirth of a rosy child ! What joy it must be , like a living breeze , To flutter about through the flowering trees ; Lightly to soar , and to see beneath The wastes of the blossoming purple heath , And the yellow ...
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Page 34 - And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell, Before thee lies revealed, — Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed! Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil...
Page 130 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 41 - Broidered with gold, the Blue, Mellowed with gold, the Gray. So, when the summer calleth, On forest and field of grain, With an equal murmur falleth The cooling drip of the rain...
Page 34 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page 19 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The MOON takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening Earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the STARS that round her burn. And all the PLANETS in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Page 165 - If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the "silvered brow of an affectionate parent; if thou art a husband, and hast ever caused the fond bosom that ventured its whole happiness in thy arms to doubt one moment of thy kindness or thy truth...
Page 21 - Perchance the bald old eagle, On gray Beth-peor's height, Out of his rocky eyry Looked on the wondrous sight ; Perchance the lion stalking, Still shuns that hallowed spot : For beast and bird have seen and heard That which man knoweth not. But when the warrior dieth, His comrades in the war, With arms reversed, and muffled drum, Follow the funeral car. They show the banners taken, They tell his battles won, And after him lead his masterless steed, While peals the minute-gun...
Page 137 - Nay now, my Child," said Alice the nurse, "But keep the secret for your life, And all you have will be Lord Ronald's When you are man and wife.
Page 99 - The dews of summer night did fall : The moon, sweet Regent of the sky, Silver'd the walls of Cumnor Hall, And many an oak that grew thereby.
Page 41 - In the storm of the years that are fading, No braver battle was won; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray...