PoemsGeorge Nichols, 1848 - 184 páginas |
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... ends . Here am I ; for what end God knows , not I ; Westward still points the inexorable soul ; Here am I , with no friend but the sad sea , The beating heart of this great enterprise , Which , without me , would stiffen in swift death ...
... ends . Here am I ; for what end God knows , not I ; Westward still points the inexorable soul ; Here am I , with no friend but the sad sea , The beating heart of this great enterprise , Which , without me , would stiffen in swift death ...
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... ends ; Great days have ever such a morning - red , On such a base great futures are built up , And aspiration , though not put in act , Comes back to ask its plighted troth again , Still watches round its grave the unlaid ghost Of a ...
... ends ; Great days have ever such a morning - red , On such a base great futures are built up , And aspiration , though not put in act , Comes back to ask its plighted troth again , Still watches round its grave the unlaid ghost Of a ...
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... ends in pawn , And bartering his bleak rocks , the freehold stern Of destiny's first - born , for smoother fields That yield no crop of self - denying will ; A hand is stretched to him from out the dark , Which grasping without question ...
... ends in pawn , And bartering his bleak rocks , the freehold stern Of destiny's first - born , for smoother fields That yield no crop of self - denying will ; A hand is stretched to him from out the dark , Which grasping without question ...
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... end ? How yield I back The trust for such high uses given ? Heaven's light hath but revealed a track Whereby to crawl away from heaven . Men think it is an awful sight To see a soul just set adrift On that drear voyage from whose night ...
... end ? How yield I back The trust for such high uses given ? Heaven's light hath but revealed a track Whereby to crawl away from heaven . Men think it is an awful sight To see a soul just set adrift On that drear voyage from whose night ...
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... ends in mud Methinks is melancholy . " He had stiff knees , the Puritan , That were not good at bending ; The homespun dignity of man He thought was worth defending ; He did not , with his pinchbeck ore , His country's shame forgotten ...
... ends in mud Methinks is melancholy . " He had stiff knees , the Puritan , That were not good at bending ; The homespun dignity of man He thought was worth defending ; He did not , with his pinchbeck ore , His country's shame forgotten ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angel beneath bird bleak blood bloodhounds boughs burn CHANGELING cloud crown dark dear Death deep doth dream drop Dryad dumb dust earth epitaph eyes faith fall feel feet Future's Ganymede gleam gloom glow God's gold golden gray green grew Gropes hands happy hath hear heart heaven Hebe hope Hunger and Cold hush JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL knee land lean leaps leaves legends life's light lone look man's marshes Mayflower morning morning-glory naught neath never night o'er palpitate Pilgrims pine Plymouth rock poor postern prophet rain red sea round sachem sedge seems shadow shut side sight silence sing slave slavery smiles snows song sorrow soul spirit stand stern storm stretch sunshine tears thee thine thou thought thrill throne thy branches toil tower tree tremble tremulous Truth twixt Vinland wander waves wind winter wood
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Página 118 - DANDELION. DEAR common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.
Página 62 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
Página 120 - My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee ; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.
Página 55 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
Página 60 - For Humanity sweeps onward : where to-day the martyr stands, On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands ; Far in front the cross stands ready and the crackling fagots burn, While the hooting mob of yesterday in silent awe return To glean up the scattered ashes into History's golden urn.
Página 54 - Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west, And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time. / Through the walls of hut and palace shoots the instantaneous throe, When the travail of the Ages wrings earth's systems to and fro; At the birth of each new Era, with a recognizing start, Nation wildly looks...
Página 58 - Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis prosperous to be just; Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside, Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified, And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.
Página 61 - Rock sublime? They were men of present valor, stalwart old iconoclasts, Unconvinced by axe or gibbet that all virtue was the Past's; But we make their truth our falsehood, thinking that hath made us free, Hoarding it in mouldy parchments, while our tender spirits flee The rude grasp of that great Impulse which drove them across the sea.
Página 15 - Endurance is the crowning quality, And patience all the passion of great hearts ; These are their stay, and when the leaden world Sets its hard face against their fateful thought, And brute strength, like a scornful...
Página 118 - ... way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be. Gold such as thine ne'er drew the Spanish prow Through the primeval hush of Indian seas...