Aquidnock a Poem Pronounced on the Hundredth Anniversary of ... the Redwood Library Company, Newport, R.I., 1847

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C. Burnett, 1848 - 63 Seiten
 

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Seite 61 - Westward the course of empire takes its way, The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day : Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Seite 61 - I had no professor or teacher to guide me; but I had two noble places of study. One was yonder beautiful edifice, now so frequented and so useful as a public library, then so deserted that I spent day after day, and sometimes week after week, amidst its dusty volumes, without interruption from a single visitor.
Seite 61 - The other place was yonder beach, the roar of which has so often mingled with the worship of this place, my daily resort, dear to me in the sunshine, still more attractive in the storm. Seldom do I visit it now without thinking of the work which there, in the sight of that beauty, in the sound of those waves, was carried on in my soul.
Seite 61 - ... guide me; but I had two noble places of study. One was yonder beautiful edifice, now so frequented and so useful as a public library, then so deserted that I spent day after day, and sometimes week after week, amidst its dusty volumes, without interruption from a single visitor. The other place was yonder beach, the roar of which has so often mingled with the worship of this place, my daily resort, dear to me in the sunshine, still more attractive in the storm.
Seite 53 - ... longer bear the censure of civilization, and the law of human progress. Shall we say that our country can do no wrong ? It is foolish, as well as wicked, to claim to be immaculate, and refuse to be penitent. It is better, more manly and more brave, to acknowledge our faults and seek their remedy. " Oar country ! right or wrong ! That were a traitor's song.
Seite 12 - It looks a dimple on the face of earth, The seal of beauty, and the shrine of mirth ; Nature is delicate and graceful there, The place's genius, feminine and fair : The winds are awed, nor dare to breathe aloud ; The air seems never to have borne a cloud, Save where volcanoes send to heaven their curled And solemn smokes, like altars of the world.
Seite 59 - Tingitana with this inscription, " we are they who fled from the face of Joshua the robber, the son of Nane.
Seite 27 - And will float through my memory till memory 's no more. Fair hours ! with what peace o'er my musings ye steal, Too deep to confess, yet too dear to conceal ! O Nature ! thy Sabbath — I spent it with thee, In the still, solemn woods — by the silent, glad sea. As sweet to my ear was the hymn of that morn As if angels were singing Creation just born. And angels were singing ; thine angels, O Thou, To whom winds and waves chant and the trembling leaves bow.
Seite 27 - Sweet, sweet Pascagoula ! so lovely and lone ! Fain would I, at parting, breathe back one faint tone Of the witching, wild music that floats round thy shore, And will float through my memory, till memory's no more. Fair hours ! with what peace o'er my musings ye steal, Too deep to confess, yet too dear to conceal ! 0 Nature ! thy Sabbath — I spent it with thee, In the still, solemn woods — by the silent, glad sea.
Seite 28 - ... spirit of Gratitude smile ? And with her own lips did not Peace kiss the strand, As the wave glided silently up o'er the sand ? Sweet scenes! happy hours! I must bid you farewell! Yet aye in my memory your spirits shall dwell. And often at eve, when the moon of young May Beams down on my own Northern waves far away ; And often at morn, when the breeze and the light Draw the curtain away from the dreams of the night; And often at noon, when the birds and the bees Hum a drowsy, sweet tune in the...

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