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... soon was gone , With helm and sail , to help Time on ! CARE and GRIEF could not lend an oar ; And PRUDENCE said , ( while she staid on shore , ) " I wait for Time ! " HOPE filled with flowers her cork - tree bark , THE DIOSMA . 37.
... soon was gone , With helm and sail , to help Time on ! CARE and GRIEF could not lend an oar ; And PRUDENCE said , ( while she staid on shore , ) " I wait for Time ! " HOPE filled with flowers her cork - tree bark , THE DIOSMA . 37.
Page 38
... soon be passed , - Hope outspeeds Time ! " WIT went nearest old Time to pass , With his diamond oar , and his boat of glass : A feathery dart from his store he drew , And shouted , while far and swift it flew , “ Oh , MIRTH kills Time ...
... soon be passed , - Hope outspeeds Time ! " WIT went nearest old Time to pass , With his diamond oar , and his boat of glass : A feathery dart from his store he drew , And shouted , while far and swift it flew , “ Oh , MIRTH kills Time ...
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... lighter shalt thou go . The clouds that now hang o'er thee Thou soon shalt over - sweep , Where all is bright before thee , To swim the upper deep . Through seas of ether sailing , Thou lofty , valiant 70 THE DIOSMA . The Rising Eagle,
... lighter shalt thou go . The clouds that now hang o'er thee Thou soon shalt over - sweep , Where all is bright before thee , To swim the upper deep . Through seas of ether sailing , Thou lofty , valiant 70 THE DIOSMA . The Rising Eagle,
Page 78
... Soon she'll be sleeping again . Dim is her life's glimmering taper ; Fast is she sinking to rest ! Soon will the chill evening vapor Gather , unfelt , o'er her breast . - Grief hath so keenly been wearing String after string from 78 THE ...
... Soon she'll be sleeping again . Dim is her life's glimmering taper ; Fast is she sinking to rest ! Soon will the chill evening vapor Gather , unfelt , o'er her breast . - Grief hath so keenly been wearing String after string from 78 THE ...
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... soon as I called his name . The raiment he wore looked heavenly white , As the feathery snow comes down ; And warm , as it glowed in the softened light That fell from his dazzling crown . His eye was bright with a joy serene , His 90 ...
... soon as I called his name . The raiment he wore looked heavenly white , As the feathery snow comes down ; And warm , as it glowed in the softened light That fell from his dazzling crown . His eye was bright with a joy serene , His 90 ...
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Page 121 - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. " ' So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. " ' Our very hopes belied our fears ; Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. " ' For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; — she had Another morn...
Page 189 - Now, I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way ; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain ; — But I'll be as busy as they.
Page 145 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 131 - twill shortly be With every mark on earth from me ! A wave of dark oblivion's sea Will sweep across the place, Where I have trod the sandy shore Of Time, — and been to be no more ; Of me, — my day, — the name I bore.
Page 205 - Thee, when young Spring first question'd Winter's sway, And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight, Thee on this bank he threw To mark his victory. In this low vale, the promise of the year, Serene, thou openest to the nipping gale, Unnoticed and alone, Thy tender elegance...
Page 190 - I'll bite this basket of fruit," said he; "This costly pitcher I'll burst in three; And the glass of water they've left for me Shall 'tchick!
Page 144 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath...
Page 126 - Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy ; And balmy rest about thee— Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down and think Of all thy winning ways; Yet almost wish with sudden shrink That I had less to praise.
Page 85 - Gainst dreams of baffled bliss the heart to steel, To wander sad down age's vale of tears, As whirl the wither'd leaves from friendship's tree, And on earth's wintry wold alone to be : Weep not for Her...
Page 84 - Weep not for her ! Her span was like the sky, Whose thousand stars shine beautiful and bright ; Like flowers, that know not what it is to die ; Like long-link'd, shadeless months of Polar light ; Like Music floating o'er a waveless lake, While Echo answers from the flowery brake : Weep not for her ! Weep not for her! She died in early youth, Ere Hope had lost its rich romantic hues ; When human bosoms...