The Bowdoin PoetsEdward Payson Weston J. Griffin, 1849 - 180 páginas |
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... soon ' twill break , and thou shalt weep , Such is thy destiny and doom , O'er this long past and long to come ; Earth's mockery , guilt , and nameless wo ; The pangs which thou canst only know ; All crowded in a little span , The being ...
... soon ' twill break , and thou shalt weep , Such is thy destiny and doom , O'er this long past and long to come ; Earth's mockery , guilt , and nameless wo ; The pangs which thou canst only know ; All crowded in a little span , The being ...
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... soon : — But though misfortunes press me , And the world be false and cold , Let thy love and presence bless me And I'll mind not growing old . And I'll mind not fortune's frowning , Nor the heartlessness of men , When I see thee home ...
... soon : — But though misfortunes press me , And the world be false and cold , Let thy love and presence bless me And I'll mind not growing old . And I'll mind not fortune's frowning , Nor the heartlessness of men , When I see thee home ...
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... SOON the pale Scholar learneth that the star That lured him on , but leadeth to the grave ; And that the images of sombre stain Are ever with life's tissue bright , inwrought . And such a one , but yesternight I saw Placed where ...
... SOON the pale Scholar learneth that the star That lured him on , but leadeth to the grave ; And that the images of sombre stain Are ever with life's tissue bright , inwrought . And such a one , but yesternight I saw Placed where ...
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... Soon are their names forgot , though long renown And deathless honor was their fondest trust . The eye grows dim and youthful fire burns low , The strong limbs bend , the once warm heart grows cold ; Yet onward still this toiling world ...
... Soon are their names forgot , though long renown And deathless honor was their fondest trust . The eye grows dim and youthful fire burns low , The strong limbs bend , the once warm heart grows cold ; Yet onward still this toiling world ...
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... soon may gleam With an unearthly wildness , and that heart , Pressed to thine own with ever answering pulse , And beating lightly in its innocence , May feel the rush of passions scathing it ; Or , pressed too long to this chill world's ...
... soon may gleam With an unearthly wildness , and that heart , Pressed to thine own with ever answering pulse , And beating lightly in its innocence , May feel the rush of passions scathing it ; Or , pressed too long to this chill world's ...
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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...