PoemsWeeks, Jordan & Company, 1840 - 214 páginas |
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Página 27 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is...
Página 142 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
Página 186 - Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain winds be free To blow against thee: and, in after years, When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Into a sober pleasure, when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies...
Página 102 - Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There 's not the smallest orb which thou...
Página 104 - Spread such bright plains there to the admiring eye, Veined by glad brooks, that to the loose, white stones Tell their complaint all day ? Waves, spreading sheets, That mirror the white clouds, and moon, and stars, Making a mimic heaven ? Streams, mighty streams ! Waters, resistless floods! that, rolling on, Gather like seas, and heave their waves about, Mocking the tempest ? Ocean ! those vast tides Tumbling about the globe with a wild roar From age to age...
Página 103 - Ye that do gather round us in these hours When the impassioned world lies locked in sleep, And the day's whirl is over, — tell us here, What are those rolling worlds ! Are there bright scenes, Such as we dream of here ? Are there fair realms, Robed in such hues as this ? Do wild hills there Heave their high tops to such a bright, blue heaven As this which spans our world ? Have they rocks there, Ragged and thunder-rent, through whose wild chasms Leap the white cataracts, and...
Página 127 - Tis a negative And useless quality. It exempts from wo Insufferable, yet grudges perfect bliss; And he but tricks him in a knave's attire, Who boasts no other. He's but half the man Who, when temptation stares him in the face, Assents, yet trembles to be overcome ! Such men do things by halves, and never do Aught with an earnest soul. They fool away A life, in which the good and evil mix So equal, that the sum is neutralized; And Justice on their sepulchres inscribes No sterner truth, than when she...
Página 84 - T was here, amid the mingled throng, First breathed the prayer, and woke the song. The sun, which lends his gladness now, Lay bright upon the Pilgrim's brow ; And this same wind, here breathing free, Curled round his honored head in glee. How peaceful smiled that Sabbath sun, How holy was that day begun, When here, amid the dark woods dim, Went up the Pilgrims...
Página 60 - Was bone and sinew once, now decomposed; Perhaps has lived, breathed, walked, as proud as we, And animate with all the faculties, And finer senses of the human soul! And now what are they? To their elements Each has returned, dust crumbled back to dust, The spirit gone to God.
Página 86 - To our great fathers passed away! By prayer and contemplation led, Be ours by their brave spirits fed ; Be ours their efforts and their aim, Their truth, their glory, and their name ! An exceedingly eloquent, fervid, and appropriate prayer was then offered by Rev.