The Poets of Connecticut: With Biographical SketchesCharles William Everest |
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... bright and sweetly it did shine In beauties that were purely Genuine . But Lo , the dire Effects of baneful Pride ; A weed , whose savour was Pestiferous , Did vie with this fair flower Qualify'd With many Vertues Odoriferous ; This ...
... bright and sweetly it did shine In beauties that were purely Genuine . But Lo , the dire Effects of baneful Pride ; A weed , whose savour was Pestiferous , Did vie with this fair flower Qualify'd With many Vertues Odoriferous ; This ...
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... bright , Which thou hast made to Magnify thy Name , By thy Almighty power Infinite- And View the Stars in their celestial ranging , Not Jostling in all their interchanging : Oh what is man , that thou shouldest allow Him 20 CONNECTICUT ...
... bright , Which thou hast made to Magnify thy Name , By thy Almighty power Infinite- And View the Stars in their celestial ranging , Not Jostling in all their interchanging : Oh what is man , that thou shouldest allow Him 20 CONNECTICUT ...
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... Bright , especially in Woman Kind ? If such an one had been on Earth , no doubt Searching King Solomon had found her out . But stay , my Muse , nor may we thence conclude There is not One in all their Multitude : For tho ' it be too ...
... Bright , especially in Woman Kind ? If such an one had been on Earth , no doubt Searching King Solomon had found her out . But stay , my Muse , nor may we thence conclude There is not One in all their Multitude : For tho ' it be too ...
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... Bright to the wind the colored streamers play . Red from the slaughter of their foes , In awful steel th ' embattled heroes stood ; High o'er the shaded ark in terror rose The cloud , the dark pavilion of their GoD . Before the Seer's ...
... Bright to the wind the colored streamers play . Red from the slaughter of their foes , In awful steel th ' embattled heroes stood ; High o'er the shaded ark in terror rose The cloud , the dark pavilion of their GoD . Before the Seer's ...
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... bright Judah's Star ascending Fires the east with crimson day , Awful o'er his foes impending , Pours wide the lightning of his ray , And flames destruction on th ' opposing world . Death's broad banners dark , unfurl'd , Wave o'er his ...
... bright Judah's Star ascending Fires the east with crimson day , Awful o'er his foes impending , Pours wide the lightning of his ray , And flames destruction on th ' opposing world . Death's broad banners dark , unfurl'd , Wave o'er his ...
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Page 235 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike —till the last armed foe expires ; Strike — for your altars and your fires ; Strike — for the green graves of your sires ; God— and your native land...
Page 236 - Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him the joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate, and checks her tears; And she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will, by their pilgrim-circled hearth, Talk of thy doom without a sigh; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's: One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
Page 236 - Thy sunken eye's unearthly light To him is welcome as the sight Of sky and stars to prisoned men ; Thy grasp is welcome as the hand Of brother in a foreign land ; Thy summons welcome as the cry That told the Indian isles were nigh To the world-seeking Genoese When the land-wind, from woods of palm And orange-groves and fields of balm, Blew o'er the Haytian seas.
Page 235 - Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm ; Come when the heart beats high and warm, With banquet song and dance and wine, — And thou art terrible; the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, And all we know or dream or fear Of agony, are thine.
Page 211 - FLOW on forever, in thy glorious robe Of terror and of beauty. Yea, flow on Unfathomed and resistless. God hath set His rainbow on thy forehead ; and the cloud Mantled around thy feet. And he doth give Thy voice of thunder power to speak of Him Eternally, — bidding the lip of man Keep silence, — and upon thy rocky altar pour Incense of awe-struck praise.
Page 151 - From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer — The incense of the heart — may rise To heaven, and find acceptance there.
Page 317 - He was admitted to the bar, and commenced the practice of his profession in his native town ; but before the end of two years he was elected a Representative in the State Legislature, and during his second year's service was chosen Speaker of the House.
Page 238 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Page 148 - And, as he's running by, Follow him with my eye, Scarcely believing that — he is not there! I know his face is hid Under the coffin lid; Closed are his eyes ; cold is his forehead fair. My hand that marble felt; O'er it in prayer I knelt ; Yet my heart whispers that — he is not there...
Page 234 - At midnight, in the forest shades, Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band, — True as the steel of their tried blades, Heroes in heart and hand. There had the Persian's thousands stood, There had the glad earth drunk their blood, On old...