The Traveler's Book of VerseFrederick Earle Emmons, Thomas Waterman Huntington |
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... wild waves ' play , Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow ; Such as creation's dawn beheld , thou rollest now . Thou glorious mirror , where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time , Calm or convulsed , —in ...
... wild waves ' play , Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow ; Such as creation's dawn beheld , thou rollest now . Thou glorious mirror , where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time , Calm or convulsed , —in ...
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... wild call and a clear call that may not be denied ; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying , And the flung spray and the blown spume , and the sea - gulls crying . I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy ...
... wild call and a clear call that may not be denied ; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying , And the flung spray and the blown spume , and the sea - gulls crying . I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy ...
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... wild thing went from left to right and knew not which was which , But the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch . God pardon us , nor harden us ; we did not see so clear The night we went to Bannockburn by way of ...
... wild thing went from left to right and knew not which was which , But the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch . God pardon us , nor harden us ; we did not see so clear The night we went to Bannockburn by way of ...
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... Wild wit , invention ever - new , And lively cheer of vigour born ; The thoughtless day , the easy night , The spirits pure , the slumbers light , That fly th ' approach of morn . 28 Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College Alas.
... Wild wit , invention ever - new , And lively cheer of vigour born ; The thoughtless day , the easy night , The spirits pure , the slumbers light , That fly th ' approach of morn . 28 Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College Alas.
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... shall try , And hard Unkindness ' altered eye , That mocks the tear it forced to flow ; And keen Remorse with blood defiled , And moody Madness laughing wild Amid severest woe . Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College 29 Lo.
... shall try , And hard Unkindness ' altered eye , That mocks the tear it forced to flow ; And keen Remorse with blood defiled , And moody Madness laughing wild Amid severest woe . Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College 29 Lo.
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Page 359 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Page 27 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave, With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?
Page 359 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life — 'Tis we, who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Page 66 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Page 73 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes; How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Page 36 - When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main ; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : " Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves!
Page 41 - I wandered lonely as a cloud" I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 143 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more; LXXXVII.
Page 147 - And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain, With marks that will not wear away, Till I have done with this new day...
Page 25 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.