Echoes of Life Or, Beautiful Gems of Poetry and Song: A Choice Collection of Poetry and Prose Comprising Poems of Life, Home and the Fireside, Friendship, Love and Matrimony, Sentiment and Reflection, Parting and Absence, Sorrow and Death, Religion, the Sea, Descriptive, Adventure and Rural Sport, Patriotism and Freedom, Peace and War, Labor, Temperance, Humorous, of Fancy, Personal, Sketches of Great WritersGrace Townsend |
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... Heaven ... The Spirit Land .. The Other World .. The Angel's Whisper ... The Ministry of Angels ... Father , Take My Hand .. The Gracious Answer . The Meeting .... 231 William C. Bryant 232 .Percy Bysshe Shelley 232 232 John Dryden 233 ...
... Heaven ... The Spirit Land .. The Other World .. The Angel's Whisper ... The Ministry of Angels ... Father , Take My Hand .. The Gracious Answer . The Meeting .... 231 William C. Bryant 232 .Percy Bysshe Shelley 232 232 John Dryden 233 ...
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... heaven May take a blemish from the breath of love , And bear the blight forever . I have wept With gladness at the gift of this fair child ! My life is bound up in her . But , oh God ! Thou know'st how heavily my heart at times Bears ...
... heaven May take a blemish from the breath of love , And bear the blight forever . I have wept With gladness at the gift of this fair child ! My life is bound up in her . But , oh God ! Thou know'st how heavily my heart at times Bears ...
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... Heaven had not made me be twenty now , while Harry is only four . I have a little rival named Ada , she clings to a promise that Harry made her , " To build her a house all full of doors , and live with her there some day ; " But Ada is ...
... Heaven had not made me be twenty now , while Harry is only four . I have a little rival named Ada , she clings to a promise that Harry made her , " To build her a house all full of doors , and live with her there some day ; " But Ada is ...
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... heaven , or wet With kindly dews of pity ; the straight limb , And the strong arm , and force that never tires ; The cheek and lip touched with early down Of manhood's fullest crown ; The heart , which hardly 3 POEMS OF Life - childhOOD ...
... heaven , or wet With kindly dews of pity ; the straight limb , And the strong arm , and force that never tires ; The cheek and lip touched with early down Of manhood's fullest crown ; The heart , which hardly 3 POEMS OF Life - childhOOD ...
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... heaven's own dew , Fair being , that holdest hidden motherhood And undeveloped good Implicit in thee , even as white blooms hold Their fragrant globes of gold . Men know no praise they can withhold from thee , Oh , sweet virginity ...
... heaven's own dew , Fair being , that holdest hidden motherhood And undeveloped good Implicit in thee , even as white blooms hold Their fragrant globes of gold . Men know no praise they can withhold from thee , Oh , sweet virginity ...
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Alfred Tennyson angels auld lang syne beauty bells beneath bird bless bloom bosom breast breath bright brow calm cheek child cloud cold dark dead dear death deep door doth dream earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes face fair father feet flowers golden gone grace grave gray hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hill hope hour John Greenleaf Whittier kiss life's light lips live look Lord Lord Byron morning mother never Nevermore night o'er Percy Bysshe Shelley prayer rest ring Robert Burns rose round shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul stars stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine things Thomas Moore thought toil tree Twas voice wave weary weep wild William Cullen Bryant wind words young youth
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Page 279 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward...
Page 287 - At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,...
Page 266 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 164 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Page 410 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Page 410 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers...
Page 404 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Page 284 - And gentle sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart, Go...
Page 301 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 438 - Dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high. His listless length at noontide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook that babbles by.