The Bowdoin PoetsJ. Griffin, 1840 - 188 Seiten |
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... trembling voice , that did outsteal , Like witching tones upborne upon the wind Of summer night - telling of her high trust . But suddenly a change was on his face , And then he paced the room in agony At one dark thought , ' Twas not ...
... trembling voice , that did outsteal , Like witching tones upborne upon the wind Of summer night - telling of her high trust . But suddenly a change was on his face , And then he paced the room in agony At one dark thought , ' Twas not ...
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... trembling o'er the wave afar . * * * Hail lucid star ! thou first of eve's bright train ! Softly thy rays steal o'er the limpid wave : Com'st thou , lone messenger upon the main , Το weep above some hero's ocean grave ? Would I could ...
... trembling o'er the wave afar . * * * Hail lucid star ! thou first of eve's bright train ! Softly thy rays steal o'er the limpid wave : Com'st thou , lone messenger upon the main , Το weep above some hero's ocean grave ? Would I could ...
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... trembling echo swept , The gondolieri paused upon their oars , Muttering their prayers as through the still night crept . Far o'er the wave the knell of time was borne , Till the sound died upon its tranquil breast ; The sea - boy ...
... trembling echo swept , The gondolieri paused upon their oars , Muttering their prayers as through the still night crept . Far o'er the wave the knell of time was borne , Till the sound died upon its tranquil breast ; The sea - boy ...
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... trembling world ! how weak thy puny arm ; The body's life is in thy power , the soul's thou canst not harm ! Thy manacles may cramp these limbs , thou may'st destroy this clay ; There thy authority must end , - the spirit spurns thy ...
... trembling world ! how weak thy puny arm ; The body's life is in thy power , the soul's thou canst not harm ! Thy manacles may cramp these limbs , thou may'st destroy this clay ; There thy authority must end , - the spirit spurns thy ...
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... o'er the sea , And far above , a blackened canopy Shut out the last rays of the sickly sun ; The eternal voice went forth - the work of death begun ! Then pealed the thunder of offended Heaven ! The trembling 7 Wm G Crosby.
... o'er the sea , And far above , a blackened canopy Shut out the last rays of the sickly sun ; The eternal voice went forth - the work of death begun ! Then pealed the thunder of offended Heaven ! The trembling 7 Wm G Crosby.
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Autumn beam beauty beneath bloom bosom Bowdoin bowers breast breath bright brow Brunswick CHARLES H clouds cold COVENANTERS dark dead death deep dream earth fair faith Farewell fears fled flowers flowers of Eden foaming path FREDERIC MELLEN friends gaze gentle GEORGE F gleam gloom glory grave green hath haunts heart heaven HENRY W hope hour infant ISAAC M'LELLAN joyous leaves life's light live alway lonely memory morning mother mournful ne'er neath night numbered o'er o'er thy ocean old time loved passed prayer Prentiss Mellen proud repose rest ROBERT WYMAN rolling round rushing Samuel Thatcher SEBA SMITH shore sigh silent skies sleep slumbers smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star stern storm stream strife sweet swell tears tempest's thee thine thought throng tread trembling Twas virgin train voice wave weep wild wing wintry wind withering woods youth
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Seite 31 - White as a sea-fog, landward bound, The spectral camp was seen, And with a sorrowful, deep sound, The river flowed between. No other voice nor sound was there, No drum, nor sentry's pace ; The mist-like banners clasped the air, As clouds with clouds embrace. But, when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning prayer, The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmed air. Down the broad valley, fast and far, The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star, The ghastly host was dead.
Seite 2 - Hence gifted bards Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades. For them there was an eloquent voice in all The sylvan pomp of woods, the golden sun, The flowers, the leaves, the river on its way, Blue skies, and silver clouds, and gentle winds...
Seite 139 - When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight...
Seite 30 - I HAVE read, in some old marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, TTiere stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead.
Seite 140 - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things 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. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Seite 179 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Seite 141 - Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS.
Seite 139 - Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more; He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the roadside fell and perished, Weary with the march of life! They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with...
Seite 26 - The babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifting snow : Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone. " O God ! " she cried in accents wild, " If I must perish, save my child ! " She stripped her mantle from her breast, And bared her bosom to the storm.
Seite 24 - Gray watcher of the waters ! Thou art king Of the blue lake ; and all the winged kind Do fear the echo of thine angry cry. How bright thy savage eye ! Thou lookest down, And seest the shining fishes as they glide ; And poising thy gray wing, thy glossy beak Swift as an arrow strikes its roving prey.