The Household Book of Poetry

Charles Anderson Dana
D. Appleton, 1873 - 816 Seiten

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Seite 726 - Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of life. Be not like dumb, driven cattle. Bo a hero in the strife 1 Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead ! Act—act in the living present ! Heart within, and
Seite 735 - 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, wand'ring near her secret bower, Molest her ancient, solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree'? shade, Where heaves the turf in many
Seite 809 - WALKING WITH GOD. Oh ! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame, A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb 1 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and His word
Seite 745 - a shining frame, Their great original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day. Does his creator's power display And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous talo, And nightly, to the listening earth, Repeats
Seite 666 - In weeds of peace high triumphs hold— With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp and feast and revelry, Willi mask, and antique pageantry—
Seite 726 - Life is real I Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest," Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to- morrow Find us farther than
Seite 665 - thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity— Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek— Sport, that wrinkled care derides, And laughter holding both his sides. Come ! and trip it, as you go, On the light fantastio toe
Seite 1 - given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.—Great God ! I'd rather be Л pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So
Seite 579 - ken— The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around ; It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound ! At length did cross an albatross— Thorough the fog it came ; As if it had been a Christian soul, Wo
Seite 603 - 1 pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again, with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed— And, lo ! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest! Leigh

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