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... the tones of mirth- Wild , silvery tones , that rang through days more bright ! Have died in others , -yet to me they come , Singing of boyhood back - the voices of my home ! II . They call me through this hush of woods.
... the tones of mirth- Wild , silvery tones , that rang through days more bright ! Have died in others , -yet to me they come , Singing of boyhood back - the voices of my home ! II . They call me through this hush of woods.
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... bright wave , And sighing through the feathery canes1 - hath power To call up shadows , in the silent hour , From the dim past , as from a wizard's cave ! — So must it be ! -These skies above me spread , Are they my own soft skies ? —Ye ...
... bright wave , And sighing through the feathery canes1 - hath power To call up shadows , in the silent hour , From the dim past , as from a wizard's cave ! — So must it be ! -These skies above me spread , Are they my own soft skies ? —Ye ...
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... bright land - my father's land — my child's ! What hath thy son brought from thee to the wilds ? He hath brought marks of torture and the chain , Traces of things which pass not as a breeze ; A blighted name , dark thoughts , wrath , wo ...
... bright land - my father's land — my child's ! What hath thy son brought from thee to the wilds ? He hath brought marks of torture and the chain , Traces of things which pass not as a breeze ; A blighted name , dark thoughts , wrath , wo ...
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... bright head , my boy ? Within thy fathers ' halls thou wilt not dwell , Nor lift their banner , with a warrior's joy , Amidst the sons of mountain chiefs , who fell For Spain of old . - Yet what if rolling waves Have borne us far from ...
... bright head , my boy ? Within thy fathers ' halls thou wilt not dwell , Nor lift their banner , with a warrior's joy , Amidst the sons of mountain chiefs , who fell For Spain of old . - Yet what if rolling waves Have borne us far from ...
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... bright , golden day , Through my own pine - hung mountains . Clear , yetlone , In the rich autumn light the vineyards lay , And from the fields the peasant's voice was gone ; And the red grapes untrodden strew'd the ground , And the ...
... bright , golden day , Through my own pine - hung mountains . Clear , yetlone , In the rich autumn light the vineyards lay , And from the fields the peasant's voice was gone ; And the red grapes untrodden strew'd the ground , And the ...
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art thou bear beautiful beneath blue blue streams booming shots borne bosom breast breath breeze bright bright land bright wave brow burst call'd dark dead death deep didst dreams dust dwell earth ev'n fade faint fair brow falchion farewell father fear fill'd floating fount glance gleam gloom glow gone grave grief hath hear heard heart Heaven holy hour hush'd joyous Lake of Lucerne land leaves light lone look look'd lov'd midst mighty mirth mournful night o'er Odin pale pass'd pines pour'd prayer rest rills Rio verde rose round Sea-king seem'd shades shadows shining silent sleep smile soft song soul sound Spain spear spirit stars storm streams sunny sweet tears thee Theseus thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tone unto voice wakeful eye wandering wave weep whisper wild wind woods wouldst young youth
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Page 244 - say, father ! say, If yet my task is done ? " He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. " Speak, father!" once again he cried, " If I may yet be gone ! And" — but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Page 203 - O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown : Yet must thou hear a voice — Restore the dead ! Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee ! — Restore the dead, thou sea ! BRING FLOWERS.
Page 245 - And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death In still yet brave despair; And shouted but once more aloud, 'My father! must I stay?
Page 276 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 243 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.
Page 272 - tis lovely! — childhood's lip and cheek, Mantling beneath its earnest brow of thought, Gaze, — yet what seest thou in those fair, and meek, And fragile things, as but for sunshine wrought ? Thou seest what grief must nurture for the sky, What death must fashion for eternity ! Oh!
Page 246 - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Page 275 - Day is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ; But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth...
Page 91 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Page 236 - OH ! ask not, hope thou not too much Of sympathy below ; Few are the hearts whence one same touch Bids the sweet fountains flow : Few — and by still conflicting powers Forbidden here to meet — Such ties would make this life of ours Too fair for aught so fleet.