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... deep he cut wood , and he found it rather irksome . As a make- shift for either , he wrote his father , " I have marked out an image upon my closet - door about my own size ; and whenever I feel the want of exercise I strip off my coat ...
... deep he cut wood , and he found it rather irksome . As a make- shift for either , he wrote his father , " I have marked out an image upon my closet - door about my own size ; and whenever I feel the want of exercise I strip off my coat ...
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... deep - settled melancholy . One of his corre- spondents wrote him that it was an enigma how one so cheerful and laughter - loving should write in such strains . In the fifteenth number of the United States Gazette , a fortnightly which ...
... deep - settled melancholy . One of his corre- spondents wrote him that it was an enigma how one so cheerful and laughter - loving should write in such strains . In the fifteenth number of the United States Gazette , a fortnightly which ...
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... deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe thee , or affright , Be these henceforth thy theme . " Πότνια , πότνια νύξ , ὑπνοδότειρα τῶν πολυπόνων βροτῶν , PRELUDE . 5.
... deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe thee , or affright , Be these henceforth thy theme . " Πότνια , πότνια νύξ , ὑπνοδότειρα τῶν πολυπόνων βροτῶν , PRELUDE . 5.
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... rhymes . From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose ; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there , From those deep cisterns flows . O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear 6 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . HYMN TO THE NIGHT.
... rhymes . From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose ; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there , From those deep cisterns flows . O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear 6 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . HYMN TO THE NIGHT.
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... deep and tender eyes , Like the stars , so still and saint - like , Looking downward from the skies . Uttered not , yet comprehended , Is the spirit's voiceless prayer , Soft rebukes , in blessings ended , Breathing from her lips of air ...
... deep and tender eyes , Like the stars , so still and saint - like , Looking downward from the skies . Uttered not , yet comprehended , Is the spirit's voiceless prayer , Soft rebukes , in blessings ended , Breathing from her lips of air ...
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Albrecht Dürer ancient angel arms Balder BAROZAI beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath Beware birds blossom bosom breast breath bride bright brooklet Bruges chimes clouds dark dead Death dost doth dreams earth evermore eyes fair fall father fear fire flowers Forever never gleam golden grave Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven Hexameter holy hour Humphrey Gilbert JULIUS MOSEN Kalevala land leaves light Longfellow loud Luck of Edenhall maiden merry midnight Minnesingers morning Never forever Niffelheim night Nils Juel o'er ocean pass poem poet prayer rain restless heart rise river roar round sail Saint sang seemed shadows shine ship silent silver singing sleep snow soft song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought toil unto village voice wave weary wild wind youth
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Page 198 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Page 15 - Flowers ; In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. And with childlike, credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection, Emblems of the bright and better land.
Page 241 - Poised upon the mast to hear, Till his soul was full of longing, And he cried, with impulse strong, — " Helmsman ! for the love of heaven, Teach me, too, that wondrous song!" " Wouldst thou," — so the helmsman answered, " Learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers Comprehend its mystery...
Page 210 - All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead ; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, " Ah ! when shall they all meet again ? '" As in the days long since gone by, The ancient timepiece makes reply, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever...
Page 99 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.
Page 22 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent...
Page 95 - I wooed the blue-eyed maid, Yielding, yet half afraid, And in the forest's shade Our vows were plighted. Under its loosened vest Fluttered her little breast, Like birds within their nest By the hawk frighted. "Bright in her father's hall Shields gleamed upon the wall, Loud sang the minstrels all, Chanting his glory; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand, Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story.
Page 134 - No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own : Responds, — as if, with unseen wings, An angel touched its quivering strings ; And whispers, in its song, ' ' Where hast thou stayed so long ?
Page 268 - TAKE them, O Death ! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own ! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone ! Take them, O Grave! and let them lie Folded upon thy narrow shelves, As garments by the soul laid by, And precious only to ourselves ! Take them, O great Eternity! Our little life is but a gust, That bends the branches of thy tree, And trails its blossoms in the dost I HYMN.
Page 138 - With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod, And spread the furrow for the seed we sow ; This is the field and Acre of our God, This is the place where human harvests grow.