Elegies and hymnsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 - American poetry |
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... stand aloof , 20 24 The sage may frown , -yet faint thou not . 28 Nor heed the shaft too surely cast , The foul and hissing bolt of scorn ; For with thy side shall dwell , at last , The victory of endurance born . Truth , crushed to ...
... stand aloof , 20 24 The sage may frown , -yet faint thou not . 28 Nor heed the shaft too surely cast , The foul and hissing bolt of scorn ; For with thy side shall dwell , at last , The victory of endurance born . Truth , crushed to ...
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... stands fast . Thou thyself must break at last . Let the long contention cease ! Geese are swans , and swans are geese . Let them have it how they will ! Thou art tired ; best be still . 8 They out - talk'd thee , hiss'd thee , tore thee ...
... stands fast . Thou thyself must break at last . Let the long contention cease ! Geese are swans , and swans are geese . Let them have it how they will ! Thou art tired ; best be still . 8 They out - talk'd thee , hiss'd thee , tore thee ...
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... Stands ready to smite once , and smite no more . Return Alpheus , the dread voice is past , That shrunk thy streams ; return Sicilian Muse , And call the Vales , and bid them hither cast Their bels , and flowrets of a thousand hues . Ye ...
... Stands ready to smite once , and smite no more . Return Alpheus , the dread voice is past , That shrunk thy streams ; return Sicilian Muse , And call the Vales , and bid them hither cast Their bels , and flowrets of a thousand hues . Ye ...
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... stand his cold earth - couch around , With the mute homage that we pay To consecrated ground . 120 And consecrated ground it is , The last , the hallowed home of one Who lives upon all memories , Though with the buried gone . 124 Such ...
... stand his cold earth - couch around , With the mute homage that we pay To consecrated ground . 120 And consecrated ground it is , The last , the hallowed home of one Who lives upon all memories , Though with the buried gone . 124 Such ...
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... stand to - day by Wordsworth's tomb . When Byron's eyes were shut in death , We bowed our head and held our breath . He taught us little ; but our soul Had felt him like the thunder's roll . With shivering heart the strife we saw Of ...
... stand to - day by Wordsworth's tomb . When Byron's eyes were shut in death , We bowed our head and held our breath . He taught us little ; but our soul Had felt him like the thunder's roll . With shivering heart the strife we saw Of ...
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abide behold beneath bless blest brave breast breath bright brow Burns calm child cold comfort dark dead dear death dost doth dream earth ELEGY eternal Evelyn Hope eyes fame farewell fear feel Fitz-Greene Halleck flowers Frae grace grave grief hand harbor at last hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Vaughan Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hour John Campbell Shairp John Greenleaf Whittier John Henry Newman John Keble laid leaves life's light live Lord Lycidas Mary Matthew Arnold morn mortal Mourn Muse never night o'er old familiar faces peace praise prayer rest Robert Browning rose round shade Shepherds shine shore silent sing sleep smile snow song soul stars strife Sweet Spirit tears thee thine Thomas Hood thou art gone thoughts Thyrsis tomb tree unto voice Walter Savage Landor weary weep winds wood youth
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Page 14 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 18 - To him who, in the love of Nature, holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language : for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 18 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Page 18 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart ; — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice.
Page 106 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Page 58 - In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 169 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Page 20 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 12 - Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 117 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, ( A lovelier flower On earth was never sown: This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. ' Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The girl, in rock and plain In earth and heaven, in glade and bower Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.