The Poets of Maine: A Collection of Specimen Poems from Over Four Hundred Verse-makers of the Pine-tree StateGeorge Bancroft Griffith Elwell, Pickard, 1888 - 856 páginas |
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... silent as shadow ; oh ! say , am I never To hear the sweet voice of my mother again ? When weary and cheerless I go to my pillow , And hushed is the world in the stillness of sleep , I dream that I see her , like Christ on the billow ...
... silent as shadow ; oh ! say , am I never To hear the sweet voice of my mother again ? When weary and cheerless I go to my pillow , And hushed is the world in the stillness of sleep , I dream that I see her , like Christ on the billow ...
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... silent forces ever are at work , Strictly obedient to supreme behest , Keen though her vision , Science seeks in vain The wonder - working mystery to explain . Breathe not a murmur at the latter snow ; Beneath CHARLES PARKER ILSLEY . 95 96.
... silent forces ever are at work , Strictly obedient to supreme behest , Keen though her vision , Science seeks in vain The wonder - working mystery to explain . Breathe not a murmur at the latter snow ; Beneath CHARLES PARKER ILSLEY . 95 96.
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... Silent stream ! thy Indian name Unfamiliar is to fame ; For thou bidest here alone , Well content to be unknown . But thy tranquil waters teach Wisdom deep as human speech , Moving without haste or noise In unbroken equipoise . Though ...
... Silent stream ! thy Indian name Unfamiliar is to fame ; For thou bidest here alone , Well content to be unknown . But thy tranquil waters teach Wisdom deep as human speech , Moving without haste or noise In unbroken equipoise . Though ...
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... silent there , Save the low , fervent voice of prayer . And now , far down the quiet vale , Sweet hymnings on the air float by ; Hushing the whip - poor - will's sad wail , With its own plaintive melody . They breathe of peace , like ...
... silent there , Save the low , fervent voice of prayer . And now , far down the quiet vale , Sweet hymnings on the air float by ; Hushing the whip - poor - will's sad wail , With its own plaintive melody . They breathe of peace , like ...
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... silent spot now sleep ; Still wet with summer's gentle showers , As if they too could feel and weep ! They fade and die ; the wintry wind Shall leave no trace of them behind . The bright new moon hath set ; the light Is fading on the ...
... silent spot now sleep ; Still wet with summer's gentle showers , As if they too could feel and weep ! They fade and die ; the wintry wind Shall leave no trace of them behind . The bright new moon hath set ; the light Is fading on the ...
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The Poets of Maine: A Collection of Specimen Poems from Over Four Hundred ... George Bancroft Griffith Visualização integral - 1888 |
The Poets of Maine: A Collection of Specimen Poems from Over Four Hundred ... George Bancroft Griffith Visualização integral - 1888 |
The Poets of Maine: A Collection of Specimen Poems from Over Four Hundred ... George Bancroft Griffith Visualização integral - 1888 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Augusta auld lang syne Bangor beauty beneath bird bless bloom born Boston Bowdoin College breast breath breeze Bridgton bright brow Buckfield Casco Bay Church clouds Congregational Church dark daughter dead dear death deep died dream earth East Machias Eastport eyes fair father flowers friends glad gleam glory glow golden grace graduated grave hand happy hath heart heaven hills hope hour hymn Josiah D Kittery land Lewiston life's light lips literary living lone look Maine married Mass morning mother ne'er neath never night nom de plume Norridgewock o'er Parsonsfield peace poems poet Portland Transcript Portland Tribune prayer published rest rose round School shadows shining shore silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars summer sweet tears tender thee thine thou thought to-day voice Waterville waves weary wild winds youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 98 - The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er, And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 658 - Under the willows, and over the hill, He patiently followed their sober pace ; The merry whistle for once was still, And something shadowed the sunny face. Only a boy ! and his father had said He never could let his youngest go : Two already were lying dead. Under the feet of the trampling foe. But after the evening work was done, And the frogs were loud in the meadow-swamp, Over his shoulder he slung his gun, And stealthily followed the footpath damp.
Página 89 - Or, rising half in his rounded nest, He takes the time to smooth his breast, Then drops again, with filmed eyes, And sleeps as the last vibration dies. Sweet bird ! I would that I could be A hermit in the crowd like thee ! With wings to fly to wood and glen, Thy lot, like mine, is cast with men ; And daily, with unwilling feet, I tread, like thee, the crowded street, But, unlike me, when day is o'er, Thou canst dismiss the world, and soar ; Or, at a half-felt wish for rest, Canst smooth the feathers...
Página 98 - I can see the breezy dome of groves, The shadows of Deering's Woods; And the friendships old and the early loves Come back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves In quiet neighborhoods.
Página 88 - ON the cross-beam under the Old South bell The nest of a pigeon is builded well. In summer and winter that bird is there, Out and in with the morning air; I love to see him track the street With his wary eye and active feet...
Página 658 - ... Speckle, and Bess, Shaking their horns in the evening wind ; Cropping the buttercups out of the grass, — But who was it following close behind ? Loosely swung in the idle air The empty sleeve of army blue ; And worn and pale, from the crisping hair, Looked out a face that the father knew. For Southern prisons will sometimes yawn, And yield their dead unto life again ; And the day that comes with a cloudy dawn In golden glory at last may wane. The great tears sprang to their meeting eyes ; For...
Página 247 - Poor Indeed thou must be, if around thee Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw — If no silken cord of love hath bound thee To some little world through weal and woe...
Página 154 - Hay bring us there to be. Its gentle breezes fan our cheek; Amid our worldly cares, Its gentle voices whisper love, And mingle with our prayers. Sweet hearts around us throb and beat, Sweet helping hands are stirred, And palpitates the veil between With breathings almost heard.
Página 472 - Over my heart, in the days that are flown, No love like mother-love ever has shone; No other worship abides and endures — Faithful, unselfish and patient, like yours; None like a mother can charm away pain From the sick soul and the world-weary brain. Slumber's soft calms o'er my heavy lids creep; — Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.
Página 523 - Only waiting till the shadows Are a little longer grown, Only waiting till the glimmer Of the day's last beam is flown; Till the night of earth is faded From the heart, once full of day; Till the stars of heaven are breaking Through the twilight soft and gray.