Later LyricsJ. E. Tilton, 1866 - 320 pagini |
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Pagina 100
... her life , Bedimmed with rust and weather . O World ! while thus I wave Her dead hand's blessing o'er thee , Think ' tis my other self Whose heart lies bare before thee . BLUSHES . I CANNOT make him know my love ; 100 HER VERSES .
... her life , Bedimmed with rust and weather . O World ! while thus I wave Her dead hand's blessing o'er thee , Think ' tis my other self Whose heart lies bare before thee . BLUSHES . I CANNOT make him know my love ; 100 HER VERSES .
Pagina 177
... wave Across her foreign grave For very tenderness . She stands beside his knee , And , looking wistfully Upon his reverend head , Sighs , " Uncle , are you come From our beloved home ? " Tis better to be dead ! " O England ! glad and ...
... wave Across her foreign grave For very tenderness . She stands beside his knee , And , looking wistfully Upon his reverend head , Sighs , " Uncle , are you come From our beloved home ? " Tis better to be dead ! " O England ! glad and ...
Pagina 194
... wave , There is no fretted coronet that soothes a princely grave , There is nor fate nor empire in the wide infinity , Can stand in grace and virtue with the gift you had from me . " ROUGE GAGNE . THE wheel is turned , the cards 194 ...
... wave , There is no fretted coronet that soothes a princely grave , There is nor fate nor empire in the wide infinity , Can stand in grace and virtue with the gift you had from me . " ROUGE GAGNE . THE wheel is turned , the cards 194 ...
Pagina 231
... While the Earth , new - cinctured , Blyth and bloom adorn ? While the deep - hung branches , Trailing , sweep the ground , And the droning beetle Spinneth round for round , And the light , wave - broken , Shimmers on EROS DEPARTS . 231.
... While the Earth , new - cinctured , Blyth and bloom adorn ? While the deep - hung branches , Trailing , sweep the ground , And the droning beetle Spinneth round for round , And the light , wave - broken , Shimmers on EROS DEPARTS . 231.
Pagina 232
Julia Ward Howe. And the light , wave - broken , Shimmers on the sea , Do I sit here , waiting Nevermore for thee ? But for thee my fancy Chose these garments white , Wove the tufted roses But for thy delight ; But for thee this diamond ...
Julia Ward Howe. And the light , wave - broken , Shimmers on the sea , Do I sit here , waiting Nevermore for thee ? But for thee my fancy Chose these garments white , Wove the tufted roses But for thy delight ; But for thee this diamond ...
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angels babe bear beauty Black Death blessing blest blood bloom bosom breast breath bring burthen crown daily Flash dark dead dear Death delight divine doth earth ENOCH ARDEN eyes fair Fair lady faith Fate feast feet fiery flag fling flowers fold friends gather glad glory God's gold golden grace grapes of wrath Half-calf HAMMATT BILLINGS hand hast hath heart heaven hide holy hunts so late immortal JULIA WARD keep light look Lord lost Love's marble marble drop Morocco mother Muslin neath never o'er pain pale pass Perugia Pity poor praise prayer pride Remember ye rest rude shadow shalt sigh sight silken hands skies smile song sorrow soul stars street sweet swift tears terrible swift sword thee thine THOMAS BULFINCH thou thoughts thrill tinted paper toil turbid current wait walk warrior bands weary whisper wild wonder wrath
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Pagina 42 - I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal. Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel — Since God is marching on.
Pagina 41 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the • Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Pagina 42 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment-seat ; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born, across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me ; As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, THE BATTLE AT MANILA.
Pagina 41 - His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My Grace shall deal"; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel, Since God is marching on.
Pagina 9 - OUR COUNTRY. ON primal rocks she wrote her name, Her towers were reared on holy graves, The golden seed that bore her came Swift-winged with prayer o'er ocean waves. The Forest bowed his solemn crest, And open flung his sylvan doors ; Meek Rivers led the appointed Guest To clasp the wide-embracing shores ; Till, fold by fold, the broidered Land To swell her virgin vestments grew, While Sages, strong in heart and hand, Her virtue's fiery girdle drew.
Pagina 19 - Keep back your tunes, ye viols sweet, That poured delight from other lands! Rouse there the dancer's restless feet : The trumpet leads our warrior bands. And ye that wage the war of words With mystic fame and subtle power, Go, chatter to the idle birds, Or teach the lesson of the hour ! Ye Sibyl Arts, in one stern knot Be all your offices combined ! Stand close, while Courage draws the lot, The destiny of human kind. And if that destiny could fail, The sun should darken in the sky, The eternal bloom...
Pagina 25 - But pause, ere ye pass to taste it, one act must accomplished be, — Salute the flag in its virtue, before ye sit down with me. The flag of our stately battles, not struggles of wrath and greed, Its stripes were a holy lesson, its spangles a deathless creed ; 'Twas red with the blood of freemen, and white with the fear of the foe ; And the stars that fight in their courses 'gainst tyrants its symbols know.
Pagina 10 - Swift-winged with prayer o'er ocean waves. The Forest bowed his solemn crest, And open flung his sylvan doors ; Meek Rivers led the appointed Guest To clasp the wide-embracing shores ; Till, fold by fold, the 'broidered Land To swell her virgin vestments grew, While Sages, strong in heart and hand, Her virtue's fiery girdle drew. O Exile of the wrath of Kings ! O Pilgrim Ark of Liberty ! The refuge of divinest things, Their record must abide in thee. First in the glories of thy front Let the crown-jewel...
Pagina 24 - THERE'S a flag hangs over my threshold, whose folds are more dear to me Than the blood that thrills in my bosom its earnest of liberty; And dear are the stars it harbors in its sunny field of blue As the hope of a further heaven that lights all our dim lives through...
Pagina 149 - O'ercome of beauty, With heart-impatience brimming to the brink Of courteous duty, — He smote my marbles many a murderous blow, His weapon poising; I, in my wrath and wonderment of woe, No co.mment voicing. " Come, sweep this rubbish from the workman's way, Wreck of past ages, — Afford me here a lump of harmless clay, Ye grooms and pages...