Poems, Том 1Fields, Osgood & Company, 1869 |
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Страница 10 - 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 to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave« And our hearts, though stout and brave, In
Страница 128 - For the lesson thou hast taught I Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION. Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows brown between. THE rising moon has hid the stars
Страница 292 - RETRIBUTION. Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they. grind exceeding small, Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all. TRUTH. When by night the frogs are croaking, kindle but a torch's fire, Ha ! how soon they all are silent ! Thus Truth silences the
Страница 381 - I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free ; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips, And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. I remember the bulwarks by the shore, And the fort upon the hill ; The sun-rise gun, with its hollow roar, The
Страница 313 - sea Thy comings and thy goings be ! For gentleness and love and trust Prevail o'er angry wave and gust ; And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives I Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great
Страница 14 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more; By the road-side fell and perished, Weary with the march of life
Страница 323 - BY THE FIRESIDE, RESIGNATION. THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there I There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient
Страница 277 - the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end,
Страница 140 - bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior ! " Beware the pine-tree's withered branch ! Beware the awful avalanche ! " This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior I At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A
Страница 10 - world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle I Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead I Act,—act in the living Present ! Heart within, and