The Poets of Connecticut: With Biographical SketchesCharles William Everest |
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... round us still . With watchful eye and fluttering for the brood , He waits our leave to waft the needed food : On yonder bough - behold , he seems to say Touch not my young - go strangers , haste away : Recluse behind these willows let ...
... round us still . With watchful eye and fluttering for the brood , He waits our leave to waft the needed food : On yonder bough - behold , he seems to say Touch not my young - go strangers , haste away : Recluse behind these willows let ...
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... I ween , Straight - round - about from - Aberdeen ! Such is my heterogeneous blood , A motley mixture , bad and good : Each blood aspires to rule alone , And each in 32 POETS OF CONNECTICUT . The Family Blood: a burlesque,
... I ween , Straight - round - about from - Aberdeen ! Such is my heterogeneous blood , A motley mixture , bad and good : Each blood aspires to rule alone , And each in 32 POETS OF CONNECTICUT . The Family Blood: a burlesque,
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... round me throng : Till PORTER next puts on the crown , And hauls the CLEVELAND banner down . Now all is calm , discreet , and wise , Whate'er I do , whate'er devise ; What common sense and wisdom teach , Directs my actions , forms my ...
... round me throng : Till PORTER next puts on the crown , And hauls the CLEVELAND banner down . Now all is calm , discreet , and wise , Whate'er I do , whate'er devise ; What common sense and wisdom teach , Directs my actions , forms my ...
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... round of fashionable follies and vices . The third part describes the life and fortunes of Miss HARRIET SIMPER , who in ignorance and folly is but a feminine counterpart of the hero of the preceding satire . After rejecting a throng of ...
... round of fashionable follies and vices . The third part describes the life and fortunes of Miss HARRIET SIMPER , who in ignorance and folly is but a feminine counterpart of the hero of the preceding satire . After rejecting a throng of ...
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... round assemble , Taught , not to read , but fear and tremble . Before him , rods prepare his way , Those dreaded antidotes to play . Then throned aloft in elbow chair , With solemn face and awful air , He tries , with ease and unconcern ...
... round assemble , Taught , not to read , but fear and tremble . Before him , rods prepare his way , Those dreaded antidotes to play . Then throned aloft in elbow chair , With solemn face and awful air , He tries , with ease and unconcern ...
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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...