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Seite 71 - But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen, And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light...
Seite 70 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain, Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Seite 143 - And Elisha died, and they buried him. And the bands of the Moabites invaded the land at the coming in of the year. And it came to pass, as they were burying a man, that, behold, they spied a band of men ; and they cast the man into the sepulchre of Elisha : and when the man was let down, and touched the bones of Elisha. he revived, and stood up on his feet.
Seite 144 - Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Seite 70 - Or bridge the sunken brook, and their dark roots, With all their earth upon them, twisting high, Breathe fixed tranquillity. The rivulet Sends forth glad sounds, and, tripping o'er its bed Of pebbly sands or leaping down the rocks, Seems with continuous laughter to rejoice In its own being.
Seite 153 - Where first her ear bewilder'd drank The plighted vow — where last she sank In that too bitter parting hour. But now the sun is westward sinking ; And soon amid the purple haze, That showers from his slanting rays, A thousand Loves there meet her gaze, To change her high heroic thinking. Then hope, with all its crowd of fancies, Before her flits and fills the air ; And, deck'd in Vict'ry's glorious gear, In vision Isidor is there.
Seite 154 - But no — he surely is not dreaming. Another minute makes it clear, A scream, a rush, a burning tear, From Inez' cheek, dispel the fear That bliss like his is only seeming.
Seite 154 - All flecked with foam, comes bounding on. The wild Morena rings anon ; And on its brow the gallant Don And gallant steed grow larger, larger ; And now he nears the mountain-hollow ; The flowery bank and little lake Now on his startled vision break, — And Inez there.
Seite 150 - No, — never came from aught below This melody of woe, That makes my heart to overflow, As from a thousand gushing springs, Unknown before; that with it brings This nameless light, — if light it be, — That veils the world I see. "For all I see around me wears The hue of other spheres; And something...