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ALBERT PIKE ALNWICK CASTLE amid art thou beauty beneath bird bloom blue brave breast breath breeze bright brow cheek cloud dark dead death deep dream earth fade fair FITZ-GREENE HALLECK flowers forest gale gaze gentle gloom glorious glory glow grave green groves hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY W hills hour lake land leaves life's light lips living lone look look'd morning mountain N. P. WILLIS night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pale pass'd pinions prayer rest rock round sail SENECA LAKE shade shore sigh silent sleep slumbers smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweep sweet swell tears thee thine Thou art thou hast thoughts tomb tone tree twilight URSA MAJOR voice WASHINGTON ALLSTON waters waves weary WEEHAWKEN whip-poor-will wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT winds wing woods youth
第160页 - Ay, tear her tatter'd ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle-shout, And burst the cannon's roar; The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more I Her
第150页 - by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device, Excelsior! There, in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star! Excelsior! ■ THE
第160页 - O, better that her shatter'd hulk Should sink beneath the wave; Her thunders shook the mighty deep, And there should be her grave; Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms,— The lightning and the gale!
第16页 - Rock-ribb'd, and ancient as the sun,—the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods—rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, pour'd round a! Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
第91页 - night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of Life Our fortunes must be wrought, Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
第70页 - When the hours of Day are number'd, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul that slumber'd, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful firelight Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed
第250页 - How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips; Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though fill'd with the nectar that Jupiter sips. And now, far removed from the loved situation, The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
第17页 - babe, and the gray-headed man,— Shall one by one be gather'd to thy side, By those who, in their turn, shall follow them. So live, that, when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night Scourged to his
第17页 - to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night Scourged to his
第114页 - fly In triumph o'er his closing eye. Flag of the free heart's hope and home ! By angel hands to valour given; Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. For ever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! THE