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Strona 28 - And hides his sweets, as in the golden age, Within the hollow oak. I listen long To his domestic hum, and think I hear The sound of that advancing multitude Which soon shall fill these deserts.
Strona 21 - These are the gardens of the Desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name — The Prairies. I behold them for the first, And my heart swells, while the dilated sight Takes in the encircling vastness.
Strona 31 - Then sweet the hour that brings release from danger and from toil ! We talk the battle over and share the battle's spoil ; The woodland rings with laugh and shout, as if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered to crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind that in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly on beds of oaken leaves.
Strona 24 - Nourished their harvests, here their herds were fed, When haply by their stalls the bison lowed, And bowed his maned shoulder to the yoke. All day this desert murmured with their toils, Till twilight blushed, and lovers walked, and wooed In a forgotten language, and old tunes, From instruments of unremembered form, Gave the soft winds a voice.
Strona 71 - ... mighty whale, shall die. And realms shall be dissolved, and empires be no more, And they shall bow to death, who ruled from shore to shore ; And the great globe itself, so the holy writings tell, With the rolling firmament, where the starry armies dwell, Shall melt with fervent heat, — they shall all pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye.
Strona 2 - Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight ; And languid forms rise up, and pulses bound Livelier, at coming of the wind of night; And, languishing to hear thy grateful sound, Lies the vast inland stretched beyond the sight. Go forth into the gathering shade ; go forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth...
Strona 22 - Motionless? 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.
Strona 162 - Yet nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blench not at thy chosen lot; The timid good may stand aloof, The sage may frown— yet faint thou not.
Strona 24 - Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion? Let the mighty mounds That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest crowded with old oaks, Answer. A race, that long has passed away, Built them; - a disciplined and populous race Heaped, with long toil, the earth, while yet the Greek Was hewing the Pentelicus to forms Of symmetry, and rearing on its rock The glittering Parthenon.
Strona 13 - Rocks rich with summer garlands — solemn streams — Skies, where the desert eagle wheels and screams — Spring bloom and autumn blaze of boundless groves. Fair scenes shall greet thee where thou goest — fair, But different — everywhere the trace 'of men, Paths, homes, graves, ruins, from the lowest glen To where life shrinks from the fierce Alpine air. Gaze on them, till the tears shall dim thy sight, But keep that earlier, wilder image bright. New York, 1829. " Talisman," 1830. TO THE FRINGED...