PoemsSanborn, Carter & Bazin, 1856 - 384 pages |
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... entrusted hours On rose leaf beds , pampering the coward heart With feelings all too delicate for use ? " 8. T. COLERIDGE . BOSTON : SANBORN , CARTER & BAZIN . 1856 . 38243B L Entered according to Act of Congress , in.
... entrusted hours On rose leaf beds , pampering the coward heart With feelings all too delicate for use ? " 8. T. COLERIDGE . BOSTON : SANBORN , CARTER & BAZIN . 1856 . 38243B L Entered according to Act of Congress , in.
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... heart and mind ; To drop the plummet - line below Our common world of joy and woe , A more intense despair or brighter hope to find . Yet here at least an earnest sense Of human right and weal is shown ; A hate of tyranny intense , And ...
... heart and mind ; To drop the plummet - line below Our common world of joy and woe , A more intense despair or brighter hope to find . Yet here at least an earnest sense Of human right and weal is shown ; A hate of tyranny intense , And ...
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... heart to take Its chances all as God - sends ; and his brother , Pale from long pulpit studies , yet retaining The warmth and freshness of a genial heart . Whose mirror of the beautiful and true , In Man 10 POEMS .
... heart to take Its chances all as God - sends ; and his brother , Pale from long pulpit studies , yet retaining The warmth and freshness of a genial heart . Whose mirror of the beautiful and true , In Man 10 POEMS .
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... heart ; But we , from Nature long exiled In our cold homes of Art and Thought , Grieve like the stranger - tended ... heart of Weetamoo Their mingling shades of joy and ill The instincts of her nature threw , - The savage was a woman ...
... heart ; But we , from Nature long exiled In our cold homes of Art and Thought , Grieve like the stranger - tended ... heart of Weetamoo Their mingling shades of joy and ill The instincts of her nature threw , - The savage was a woman ...
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... all desolate things of sound and view , Through the long winter moons smiled dark - eyed Weetamoo . Her heart had found a home ; and freshly all Its beautiful affections overgrew THE BRIDAL OF PENNACOOK . Their rugged prop . As 24 . POEMS .
... all desolate things of sound and view , Through the long winter moons smiled dark - eyed Weetamoo . Her heart had found a home ; and freshly all Its beautiful affections overgrew THE BRIDAL OF PENNACOOK . Their rugged prop . As 24 . POEMS .
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altar angels beauty beneath blessed blood bondman's breath breeze brow calm Castine chain cloud cold curse dank and lone dark dead door dream earth echoes evil faith Faneuil Hall fathers fear feel fetters fire flowers Freedom God's grave green grey Hall hand hast hateful bands hath hear heard heart Heaven holy human hunting Indian Jesuit John Bonython land Liberty light lips look Lord Massachusetts Mogg Megone mountain murmur Norridgewock o'er pale Passaconaway Pennacook poor prayer priest Quaker rice-swamp dank rock round Sachem Saugus scorn shade shadow shame shore shrine slave slavery Slavery's smile sold and gone song soul spirit stolen daughters stood strife sunset sunshine tears thee thine thou thrill toil tongue TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE tree truth turn unto vine groves Virginia's hills voice wall walnut shades wave weary Weetamoo wigwam wild wind wood words wrong
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Page 157 - We wage no war, — we lift no arm, — we fling no torch within The fire-damps of the quaking mine beneath your soil of sin ; We leave ye with your bondmen, to wrestle, while ye can, With the strong upward tendencies and godlike soul of man ! But for us and for our children, the vow which we have given For freedom and humanity is registered in heaven ; No slave-hunt in our borders, — no pirate on our strand ! No fetters in the Bay State, — no slave upon our land!
Page 164 - Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters, — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone.
Page 349 - ANOTHER hand is beckoning us, Another call is given ; And glows once more with Angel-steps The path which reaches Heaven. Our young and gentle friend, whose smile Made brighter summer hours, Amid the frosts of autumn time Has left us with the flowers. No paling of the cheek of bloom Forewarned us of decay ; No shadow from the Silent Land Fell round our sister's way. The light of her young life went down, As sinks behind the hill The glory of a setting star, — Clear, suddenly, and still.
Page 310 - Where pity dwells, the peace of God is there ; To worship rightly is to love each other, Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer. Follow with reverent steps the great example Of Him whose holy work was " doing good " ; So shall the wide earth seem our Father's temple, Each loving life a psalm of gratitude.
Page 87 - Which of ye, worthy seamen, will take this Quaker maid ? In the Isle of fair Barbadoes, or on Virginia's shore, You may hold her at a higher price than Indian girl or Moor.
Page 306 - Through this dark and stormy night Faith beholds a feeble light Up the blackness streaking ; Knowing God's own time is best, In a patient hope I rest For the full day-breaking...
Page 310 - He asks no taper lights, on high surrounding The priestly altar and the saintly grave, No dolorous chant nor organ music sounding, Nor incense clouding up the twilight nave. For He whom Jesus loved hath truly spoken: The holier worship which He deigns to bless Restores the lost, and binds the spirit broken, And feeds the widow and the fatherless!
Page 305 - Give me joy that in his name I can bear, with patient frame, All these vain ones offer: While for them he suffereth long. Shall I answer wrong with wrong. Scoffing with the scoffer? " Happier I, with loss of all, Hunted, outlawed, held in thrall, With few friends to greet me, Than when reeve and squire were seen...
Page 75 - STREAM of my fathers ! sweetly still The sunset rays thy valley fill ; Poured slantwise down the long defile, Wave, wood, and spire beneath them smile. I see the winding Powow fold The green hill in its belt of gold, And following down its wavy line, Its sparkling waters blend with thine.
Page 349 - The blessing of her quiet life Fell on us like the dew ; And good thoughts, where her footsteps pressed, Like fairy blossoms grew. Sweet promptings unto kindest deeds Were in her very look ; We read her face, as one who reads A true and holy book : The measure of a blessed hymn To which our hearts could move ; The breathing of an inward psalm ; A canticle of love.