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... green branches waved , and the sweet buds Came up in loveliness , and that meek dove Went forth to build her nest , while thousand birds Awoke their songs of praise , and the tired ark Upon the breezy breast of Ararat Reposed , and Noah ...
... green branches waved , and the sweet buds Came up in loveliness , and that meek dove Went forth to build her nest , while thousand birds Awoke their songs of praise , and the tired ark Upon the breezy breast of Ararat Reposed , and Noah ...
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... green grave showed Where want , and pain , and toil did rest ; And many a flattering stone I viewed O'er those who once had wealth possest . A faded beech its shadow brown Threw o'er a grave where sorrow slept , On which , though scarce ...
... green grave showed Where want , and pain , and toil did rest ; And many a flattering stone I viewed O'er those who once had wealth possest . A faded beech its shadow brown Threw o'er a grave where sorrow slept , On which , though scarce ...
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... green sea wave . A heavy fog came stealing down , And o'er the waters spread- So thick , the steersman scarce could see A dozen yards ahead . There was a moment , and no more , No warning crossed the sea , - An Indiaman , with crowded ...
... green sea wave . A heavy fog came stealing down , And o'er the waters spread- So thick , the steersman scarce could see A dozen yards ahead . There was a moment , and no more , No warning crossed the sea , - An Indiaman , with crowded ...
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... Green branches are waving - the lambs are at play : And where is the bosom that pines not to be Thus bathed in the sunlight as happy as he ? For the heart's purest pleasures we find when too late , And sigh to be swinging again on the ...
... Green branches are waving - the lambs are at play : And where is the bosom that pines not to be Thus bathed in the sunlight as happy as he ? For the heart's purest pleasures we find when too late , And sigh to be swinging again on the ...
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... green as grass can be ; Rest , little young one , rest ; what is't that aileth thee ? What is it thou wouldst seek ? What is wanting to thy heart ? Thy limbs , are they not strong ? And beautiful thou art : This grass is tender grass ...
... green as grass can be ; Rest , little young one , rest ; what is't that aileth thee ? What is it thou wouldst seek ? What is wanting to thy heart ? Thy limbs , are they not strong ? And beautiful thou art : This grass is tender grass ...
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Page 79 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Page 84 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 83 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Page 139 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 81 - I Remember I remember, I remember, The house where I was born ; The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away...
Page 80 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the pass!
Page 141 - Percy present word He would prevent his sport. The English Earl, not fearing that, Did to the woods resort With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Page 173 - ... sounding ; Caught up to meet Him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding ; No gloomy fears their souls dismay ; His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him.
Page 66 - But still, as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Page 83 - Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.