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... Grave Daybreak · NATHANIEL P. WILLIS . The Baptism of Christ Spring April . The Belfry Pigeon JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE . Journey of the Culprit Fay Bronx WILLIAM LEGGETT . A Sacred Melody JOHN G. C. BRAINARD . The Fall of Niagara · Mr ...
... Grave Daybreak · NATHANIEL P. WILLIS . The Baptism of Christ Spring April . The Belfry Pigeon JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE . Journey of the Culprit Fay Bronx WILLIAM LEGGETT . A Sacred Melody JOHN G. C. BRAINARD . The Fall of Niagara · Mr ...
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... Grave of my Sister GEORGE H. CALVERT . Page 265 267 • • · 270 Washington . From Andre and Arnold , a Dramatic fragment ALFRED B. STREET . A Forest Walk . An American Forest Spring J. K. MITCHELL . Song of the Prairie EDWARD SANFORD ...
... Grave of my Sister GEORGE H. CALVERT . Page 265 267 • • · 270 Washington . From Andre and Arnold , a Dramatic fragment ALFRED B. STREET . A Forest Walk . An American Forest Spring J. K. MITCHELL . Song of the Prairie EDWARD SANFORD ...
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... grave preceptor , there , her usher stands , And rules without a rod her little bands . Some half - grown sprigs of learning graced his brow : Little he knew , though much he wish'd to know , Enchanted hung o'er Virgil's honey'd lay ...
... grave preceptor , there , her usher stands , And rules without a rod her little bands . Some half - grown sprigs of learning graced his brow : Little he knew , though much he wish'd to know , Enchanted hung o'er Virgil's honey'd lay ...
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... graves . Soon fleets the sunbright form by man adored , And soon man's demon chiefs from memory fade . In musty volume now must be explored , Where dwelt imperial nations , long decay'd . The brightest meteors angry clouds invade ; And ...
... graves . Soon fleets the sunbright form by man adored , And soon man's demon chiefs from memory fade . In musty volume now must be explored , Where dwelt imperial nations , long decay'd . The brightest meteors angry clouds invade ; And ...
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... grave . Oft have I heard the tale , when matron sere Sung to my infant ear the song of wo ; Of maiden meek consumed with pining care , Around whose tomb the wild - rose loved to blow : Or told , with swimming eyes , how , long ago ...
... grave . Oft have I heard the tale , when matron sere Sung to my infant ear the song of wo ; Of maiden meek consumed with pining care , Around whose tomb the wild - rose loved to blow : Or told , with swimming eyes , how , long ago ...
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Page 282 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Page 202 - No, they are all unchained again: The clouds Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath, The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye; Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase The sunny ridges.
Page 159 - Deep in the wave is a Coral Grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine.
Page 281 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Page 282 - He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
Page 86 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 134 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 97 - From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side ! Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life, to thy unceasing roar ! And yet, bold Babbler 1 what art thou to Him, Who drowned a world, and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ? — a light wave, That breaks and whispers of its Maker's might 1 BRAINARD.
Page 185 - And he cried unto the Lord ; and the Lord showed him a tree, which when he had cast into the waters, the waters were made sweet...
Page 90 - The elfin cast a glance around, As he lighted down from his courser toad, Then round his breast his wings he wound, And close to the river's brink he strode ; He sprang on a rock, he breathed a prayer...