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... tears now serve the turn To draw the figure of New England's urne . New England's hour of passion is at hand ; No power except divine can it withstand . Scarce hath her glass of fifty years run out , But her old prosperous steeds turn ...
... tears now serve the turn To draw the figure of New England's urne . New England's hour of passion is at hand ; No power except divine can it withstand . Scarce hath her glass of fifty years run out , But her old prosperous steeds turn ...
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... return ; Let my complaint detain thee from the skies , Though troops of angels urge thee on to rise " . . . . . My friends press round me with officious care , Bid me suppress my sighs , nor drop a tear ANNE ELIZA BLEEKER . 19.
... return ; Let my complaint detain thee from the skies , Though troops of angels urge thee on to rise " . . . . . My friends press round me with officious care , Bid me suppress my sighs , nor drop a tear ANNE ELIZA BLEEKER . 19.
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John William Stanhope Hows. Bid me suppress my sighs , nor drop a tear ; Of resignation talked - passions subdued- Of ... tear . By Nature's self in white arrayed , She bade thee 20 GOLDEN LEAVES . PHILIP FRENeau The Wild Honeysuckle (1782)
John William Stanhope Hows. Bid me suppress my sighs , nor drop a tear ; Of resignation talked - passions subdued- Of ... tear . By Nature's self in white arrayed , She bade thee 20 GOLDEN LEAVES . PHILIP FRENeau The Wild Honeysuckle (1782)
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... tears you have been : Thoughts of my youth , you have led me astray : Strength of my youth , why lament your decay ? Days of my age , ye will shortly be past : Pains of my age , yet awhile you can last : Joys of my age , in true wisdom ...
... tears you have been : Thoughts of my youth , you have led me astray : Strength of my youth , why lament your decay ? Days of my age , ye will shortly be past : Pains of my age , yet awhile you can last : Joys of my age , in true wisdom ...
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... tear of regret will intrusively swell , As Fancy reverts to my father's plantation , And sighs for the bucket that hangs in the well- The old oaken bucket , the iron - bound bucket , The moss - covered bucket , that hangs in the well ...
... tear of regret will intrusively swell , As Fancy reverts to my father's plantation , And sighs for the bucket that hangs in the well- The old oaken bucket , the iron - bound bucket , The moss - covered bucket , that hangs in the well ...
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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 253 - 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...
Page 85 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 280 - When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight...
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 86 - The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling .wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Page 63 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
Page 224 - Woodman, spare that tree, Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now: 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And would'st thou hack it down?
Page 435 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
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.