The Bowdoin PoetsEdward Payson Weston J. Griffin, 1849 - 180 páginas |
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... for a brother's fault , Yet loves that brother still . FAITH , HOPE , and CHARITY ! -of these The last is greatest , best . ' Tis Heaven itself come down to dwell Within the human breast . 41 SONG OF THE WINTRY WIND . BY FREDERIC MELLEN .
... for a brother's fault , Yet loves that brother still . FAITH , HOPE , and CHARITY ! -of these The last is greatest , best . ' Tis Heaven itself come down to dwell Within the human breast . 41 SONG OF THE WINTRY WIND . BY FREDERIC MELLEN .
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... dwell ; The midnight lamp and brow of care ; The frozen heart that mocks despair ; Consumption's fires to burn thy cheek ; The brain that throbs , but will not break ; The travail of the soul , to gain A name , and die -- alas ! in vain ...
... dwell ; The midnight lamp and brow of care ; The frozen heart that mocks despair ; Consumption's fires to burn thy cheek ; The brain that throbs , but will not break ; The travail of the soul , to gain A name , and die -- alas ! in vain ...
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... flash through streaming tears , And leave him there to dwell With youthful haunts and school - boy plays , And hills and streams and sunny days— Where memory ever fondly strays . MUSIC AND MEMORY . Ay ! thus I thought , 74 POETS , BOWDOIN.
... flash through streaming tears , And leave him there to dwell With youthful haunts and school - boy plays , And hills and streams and sunny days— Where memory ever fondly strays . MUSIC AND MEMORY . Ay ! thus I thought , 74 POETS , BOWDOIN.
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... dwell ' Mid the innocent scenes to life's pilgrimage given ; And though passion and folly can make earth a hell , To the pure ' tis the emblem and gate - way of heaven . ' I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY . ' 127 ' 126 BOWDOIN POETS .
... dwell ' Mid the innocent scenes to life's pilgrimage given ; And though passion and folly can make earth a hell , To the pure ' tis the emblem and gate - way of heaven . ' I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY . ' 127 ' 126 BOWDOIN POETS .
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... dwell , And waft its fragrance to His throne " Who doeth all things well . " Years fled that little sister then Was dear as life to me , And woke , in my unconscious heart , A wild idolatry : I worshipped at an earthly shrine , Lured by ...
... dwell , And waft its fragrance to His throne " Who doeth all things well . " Years fled that little sister then Was dear as life to me , And woke , in my unconscious heart , A wild idolatry : I worshipped at an earthly shrine , Lured by ...
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beam beauty beneath blessed Bowdoin BOWDOIN COLLEGE bowers breast breath bright bright land brow CHARLES H clouds cold COVENANTERS crown dark dead death deep DISMAL SWAMP doeth all things dream drifting earth Excelsior fair faith flowers fragrant friends gaze Gennesaret gentle GEORGE W gleam gloom glory green hath hear heart heaven HENRY W hopes hour infant JOHN IN EXILE joyous leaves life's light lips live alway lonely Lyre LYRIC POETRY Mamma memory morning mother mourn ne'er neath night numbers o'er ocean old time loved passed prayer repose rest restless heart roam roar ROBERT WYMAN rolling round SEBA SMITH shore sigh silent sister sleep slumbers smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star storms strife surge sweet tears tempest's thee thine thou art thought throng toil trembling Twas voice wake waves weep wild winds wing youth
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Página 111 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Página 86 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Página 123 - Ever drifting, drifting, drifting On the shifting Currents of the restless main; Till in sheltered coves, and reaches Of sandy beaches, All have found repose again.
Página 15 - And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those 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. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember...
Página 122 - SEAWEED. WHEN descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox, Landward in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, Laden with seaweed from the rocks : From Bermuda's reefs ; from edges Of sunken ledges, In some far-off, bright Azore ; From Bahama, and the dashing, Silver-flashing Surges of San Salvador...
Página 27 - He saw once more his dark-eyed queen Among her children stand ; They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks, They held him by the hand !— A tear burst from the sleeper's lids, And fell into the sand.
Página 13 - When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight...
Página 27 - O'er plains where the tamarind grew, Till he saw the roofs of CafFre huts, And the ocean rose to view. At night he heard the lion roar, And the hyaena scream, And the river-horse, as he crushed the reeds Beside some hidden stream ; And it passed, like a glorious roll of drums, Through the triumph of his dream. The forests, with their myriad tongues, Shouted of liberty ; And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud, With a voice so wild and free, That he started in his sleep and smiled At their tempestuous...
Página 171 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Página 13 - Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved ones, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more ; He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the road-side fell and perished, Weary with the march of life...