The American Common-place Book of Poetry, with Occasional Notes |
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... Leaves strew the Forest - walk . " Seasons of Prayer . • J. W. Eastburn . 120 Rufus Dawes . 121 W. B. Tappan . 123 Mrs. Sigourney . 123 Lucretia Maria Davidson . 125 Anonymous . 125 From Yamoyden . 127 . Mrs. Sigourney . 127 • G. W. ...
... Leaves strew the Forest - walk . " Seasons of Prayer . • J. W. Eastburn . 120 Rufus Dawes . 121 W. B. Tappan . 123 Mrs. Sigourney . 123 Lucretia Maria Davidson . 125 Anonymous . 125 From Yamoyden . 127 . Mrs. Sigourney . 127 • G. W. ...
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... Leaf after leaf , its bosom , rich and fair , Breathes freely its perfumes throughout the ambient air Wake , thou that sleepest in enchanted bowers , Lest 2 *
... Leaf after leaf , its bosom , rich and fair , Breathes freely its perfumes throughout the ambient air Wake , thou that sleepest in enchanted bowers , Lest 2 *
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... leaves dance , shall waft a balm To thy sick heart . Thou wilt find nothing here The calm shade Of all that pained thee in the haunts of men , And made thee loathe thy life . The primal curse Fell , it is true , upon the unsinning earth ...
... leaves dance , shall waft a balm To thy sick heart . Thou wilt find nothing here The calm shade Of all that pained thee in the haunts of men , And made thee loathe thy life . The primal curse Fell , it is true , upon the unsinning earth ...
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... leaf but fades to bear Its hues and odors to some fresher air ; Some passing sound floats by to yonder sphere , That softly answers to thy listening ear . In one eternal round they go and come ; And where they travel , there hast thou a ...
... leaf but fades to bear Its hues and odors to some fresher air ; Some passing sound floats by to yonder sphere , That softly answers to thy listening ear . In one eternal round they go and come ; And where they travel , there hast thou a ...
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... leaves , And delicate blossoms , and the painted flowers , And every thing that bendeth to the dew , And stirreth with the daylight , lifted up Its beauty to the breath of that sweet morn . All things are dark to sorrow ; and the light ...
... leaves , And delicate blossoms , and the painted flowers , And every thing that bendeth to the dew , And stirreth with the daylight , lifted up Its beauty to the breath of that sweet morn . All things are dark to sorrow ; and the light ...
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Page 46 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 129 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 128 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Page 127 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 27 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Page 47 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Page 28 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Page 128 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Page 141 - Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees.
Page 27 - Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...