The Gift Book of GemsDavid Bugbee & Company, 1856 - 312 páginas |
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... Italy , which occupied nearly four years . Much of this time was given to the study of the languages , manners and customs , and his- torical incidents of the different nations that he visited . For nearly five years , after his return ...
... Italy , which occupied nearly four years . Much of this time was given to the study of the languages , manners and customs , and his- torical incidents of the different nations that he visited . For nearly five years , after his return ...
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... Italy are breathed away In wonders of the deathless arts ; Where strays the Contadina down Val d'Arno with a song of old ; Where clime and woman seldom frown , And life runs over sands of gold ; I stray'd to lone Fiesolé On many an eve ...
... Italy are breathed away In wonders of the deathless arts ; Where strays the Contadina down Val d'Arno with a song of old ; Where clime and woman seldom frown , And life runs over sands of gold ; I stray'd to lone Fiesolé On many an eve ...
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... Italy , also visiting Egypt and Syria . While making this tour he contributed a series of very interesting letters to the Boston Daily Courier , ' under the head of Foreign Travels , ' and returned to the United States after an absence ...
... Italy , also visiting Egypt and Syria . While making this tour he contributed a series of very interesting letters to the Boston Daily Courier , ' under the head of Foreign Travels , ' and returned to the United States after an absence ...
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... Italian fountain , On the snowy cliffs , where mountain streams Dash by the Switzer's dwelling , He led again , in his dying dreams , His hosts , the broad earth quelling . Again Marengo's field was won , And Jena's bloody battle ...
... Italian fountain , On the snowy cliffs , where mountain streams Dash by the Switzer's dwelling , He led again , in his dying dreams , His hosts , the broad earth quelling . Again Marengo's field was won , And Jena's bloody battle ...
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... Italian cit- ies , and in November , embarked at Marseilles , for New - Orleans , and on his arrival proceeded to St ... Italy since 1849 , ' is , we understand , nearly ready for publication . In 1853 and '54 , a series of elegant ...
... Italian cit- ies , and in November , embarked at Marseilles , for New - Orleans , and on his arrival proceeded to St ... Italy since 1849 , ' is , we understand , nearly ready for publication . In 1853 and '54 , a series of elegant ...
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Página 22 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Página 25 - 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! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Página 14 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 28 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Página 2 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Página 26 - ... Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
Página 18 - I HAVE read, in some old marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead.
Página 20 - ALL houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. Through the open doors The harmless phantoms on their errands glide, With feet that make no sound upon the floors. We meet them at the doorway, on the stair, Along the passages they come and go, Impalpable impressions on the air, A sense of something moving to and fro. There are more guests at table than the hosts Invited ; the illuminated hall Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts, As silent as the pictures on the wall.
Página 19 - I have read, in the marvellous heart of man, That strange and mystic scroll, That an army of phantoms, vast and wan, Beleaguer the human soul. Encamped beside Life's rushing stream, In Fancy's misty light, Gigantic shapes and shadows gleam Portentous through the night. Upon its midnight battle-ground The spectral camp is seen, And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there, In the army of the grave ; No other challenge breaks the air, But the...
Página 24 - We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way THE BUILDERS.