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Page 8
In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin ' s breast ; In the Spring the
wanton lapwing gets himself another crest ; In the Spring a livelier iris changes
on the burnished dove ; In the Spring a young man ' s fancy lightly turns to
thoughts ...
In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin ' s breast ; In the Spring the
wanton lapwing gets himself another crest ; In the Spring a livelier iris changes
on the burnished dove ; In the Spring a young man ' s fancy lightly turns to
thoughts ...
Page 12
Never , though my mortal summers to such length of years should come As the
many - wintered crow that leads the clanging rookery home . Where is comfort ?
in division of the records of the mind ? Can I part her from herself , and love her ,
as ...
Never , though my mortal summers to such length of years should come As the
many - wintered crow that leads the clanging rookery home . Where is comfort ?
in division of the records of the mind ? Can I part her from herself , and love her ,
as ...
Page 17
Knowledge comes , but wisdom lingers , and I linger on the shore , And the
individual withers , and the world is more and more . Knowledge comes , but
wisdom lingers , and he bears a laden breast , Full of sad experience , moving
toward the ...
Knowledge comes , but wisdom lingers , and I linger on the shore , And the
individual withers , and the world is more and more . Knowledge comes , but
wisdom lingers , and he bears a laden breast , Full of sad experience , moving
toward the ...
Page 18
Never comes the trader , never floats an European flag , Slides the bird o ' er
lustrous woodland , swings the trailer from the crag ; Droops the heavy -
blossomed bower , hangs the heavyfruited tree , Summer isles of Eden lying in
dark - purple ...
Never comes the trader , never floats an European flag , Slides the bird o ' er
lustrous woodland , swings the trailer from the crag ; Droops the heavy -
blossomed bower , hangs the heavyfruited tree , Summer isles of Eden lying in
dark - purple ...
Page 20
Comes a vapor from the margin , blackening over heath and holt , Cramming all
the blast before it , in its breast a thunder . bolt . Let it fall on Locksley Hall , with
rain or hail , or fire or snow ; For the mighty wind arises , roaring seaward , and I
go ...
Comes a vapor from the margin , blackening over heath and holt , Cramming all
the blast before it , in its breast a thunder . bolt . Let it fall on Locksley Hall , with
rain or hail , or fire or snow ; For the mighty wind arises , roaring seaward , and I
go ...
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Page 15 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new : That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Page 60 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife ; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Page 122 - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew ; — The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Page 69 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy, Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings; There under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Page 97 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Page 61 - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
Page 224 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Page 98 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 128 - Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in His hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God; see all, nor be afraid!
Page 113 - Last came, and last did go The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain) ; He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: 'How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold!
Bibliographic information
| Title | Little Classics, Volume 14 Little Classics, Rossiter Johnson |
| Editor | Rossiter Johnson |
| Publisher | Houghton, Mifflin, 1875 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 1 Aug 2007 |
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