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... voice from heaven Pledged to the pure in heart ! David Humphreys . WESTERN EMIGRATION . ( 1799. ) WITH all that's ours , together let us rise , Seek brighter plains , and more indulgent skies ; Where fair Ohio rolls his amber tide , And ...
... voice from heaven Pledged to the pure in heart ! David Humphreys . WESTERN EMIGRATION . ( 1799. ) WITH all that's ours , together let us rise , Seek brighter plains , and more indulgent skies ; Where fair Ohio rolls his amber tide , And ...
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... voice of blood shall reach , More audible than speech , " We are one " " John Pierpont . THE PILGRIM FATHERS . HE Pilgrim fathers - where are they ? THE The waves that brought them o'er Still roll in the bay , and throw their spray As ...
... voice of blood shall reach , More audible than speech , " We are one " " John Pierpont . THE PILGRIM FATHERS . HE Pilgrim fathers - where are they ? THE The waves that brought them o'er Still roll in the bay , and throw their spray As ...
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... voice I heard her say , Passing away ! passing away ! " While I gazed at that fair one's cheek , a shade Of thought , or care , stole softly over , Like that by a cloud in a summer's day made , Looking down on a field of blossoming ...
... voice I heard her say , Passing away ! passing away ! " While I gazed at that fair one's cheek , a shade Of thought , or care , stole softly over , Like that by a cloud in a summer's day made , Looking down on a field of blossoming ...
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... voice within us speaks that startling word , " Man , thou shalt never die ! " Celestial voices Hymn it unto our souls ; according harps , By angel - fingers touched , when the mild stars . Of morning sang together , sound forth still ...
... voice within us speaks that startling word , " Man , thou shalt never die ! " Celestial voices Hymn it unto our souls ; according harps , By angel - fingers touched , when the mild stars . Of morning sang together , sound forth still ...
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... voice , And with that boding cry O'er the waves dost thou fly ? Oh rather , bird , with me Through the fair land rejoice ! II . Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale , As driven by a beating storm at sea ; Thy cry is weak and ...
... voice , And with that boding cry O'er the waves dost thou fly ? Oh rather , bird , with me Through the fair land rejoice ! II . Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale , As driven by a beating storm at sea ; Thy cry is weak and ...
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Page 84 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Page 292 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow: You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow. Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor.
Page 249 - But the Raven still beguiling All my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in Front of bird and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking
Page 86 - All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 84 - 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 forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth, and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Page 278 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Page 246 - I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;— vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore.
Page 94 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 94 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 86 - Shall one by one be gathered 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 dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.