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... hast . Had . Of all mine eyes have seen , The greatest , wisest , and most wonderful Is that dread sage , the Ancient of the Mountain . Tam . Who ? [ locks Had . None knows his lineage , age , or name : his Are like the snows of ...
... hast . Had . Of all mine eyes have seen , The greatest , wisest , and most wonderful Is that dread sage , the Ancient of the Mountain . Tam . Who ? [ locks Had . None knows his lineage , age , or name : his Are like the snows of ...
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... Hast left thy sullen fire ; And stretch'd thee in some mossy dell , And heard the browsing wether's bell , Blythe echoes rousing from their cell To swell the tinkling quire : Or heard from branch of flow'ring thorn The song of friendly ...
... Hast left thy sullen fire ; And stretch'd thee in some mossy dell , And heard the browsing wether's bell , Blythe echoes rousing from their cell To swell the tinkling quire : Or heard from branch of flow'ring thorn The song of friendly ...
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... Hast watch'd the dim receding shore , Now faintly seen the ocean o'er , Like hanging cloud , and now no more To bound the sapphire plain ; Then , wrapped in night , the scudding bark ( That seem'd , self - poised amid the dark , Through ...
... Hast watch'd the dim receding shore , Now faintly seen the ocean o'er , Like hanging cloud , and now no more To bound the sapphire plain ; Then , wrapped in night , the scudding bark ( That seem'd , self - poised amid the dark , Through ...
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... above , Or strife of man on land or wave . Young thing ! thy home of love Thou soon hast reach'd ! Fair , unpolluted thing , They harm'd thee not ! Was dying suffering ? Oh , no ! To live when joy was dead 80 RICHARD H. DANA .
... above , Or strife of man on land or wave . Young thing ! thy home of love Thou soon hast reach'd ! Fair , unpolluted thing , They harm'd thee not ! Was dying suffering ? Oh , no ! To live when joy was dead 80 RICHARD H. DANA .
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... Hast sent a sacred light , and that away From this green hillock , whither I had come In sorrow , Thou art leading me in joy . DAYBREAK . " The Pilgrim they laid in a large upper chamber , whose win- dow opened towards the sun rising ...
... Hast sent a sacred light , and that away From this green hillock , whither I had come In sorrow , Thou art leading me in joy . DAYBREAK . " The Pilgrim they laid in a large upper chamber , whose win- dow opened towards the sun rising ...
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Page 288 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Page 15 - IN spite of all the learned have said, I still my old opinion keep; The posture that we give the dead Points out the soul's eternal sleep. Not so the ancients of these lands; — The Indian, when from life released, Again is seated with his friends, And shares again the joyous feast.
Page 160 - And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe, when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own...
Page 288 - As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys, and St.
Page 288 - Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
Page 134 - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all thmgs else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine.
Page 187 - Ye say their cone-like cabins, That clustered o'er the vale, Have fled away like withered leaves Before the autumn gale, But their memory liveth on your hills, Their baptism on your shore, Your everlasting rivers speak Their dialect of yore.
Page 87 - Tis a bird I love, with its brooding note, And the trembling throb in its mottled throat ; There's a human look in its swelling breast, And the gentle curve of its lowly crest ; And I often stop with the fear I feel, He runs so close to the rapid wheel. Whatever is rung on that noisy bell, Chime of the hour, or funeral knell, The dove in the belfry must hear it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moon, When the sexton cheerly rings for noon, When the clock strikes clear at morning light,...
Page 254 - Open your lips, ye wonderful and fair ! Speak, speak! the mysteries of those living worlds Unfold! — No language? Everlasting light, And everlasting silence?— Yet the eye May read and understand. 'The hand of God Has written legibly what man may know — THE GLORY OF THE MAKER.
Page 201 - Thou hast my earlier friends, the good, the kind, Yielded to thee with tears — The venerable form, the exalted mind. My spirit yearns to bring The lost ones back — yearns with desire intense, And struggles hard to wring Thy bolts apart, and pluck thy captives thence. In vain ; thy gates deny All passage save to those who hence depart; Nor to the streaming eye Thou giv'st them back — nor to the broken heart.