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The Poetical Works of William H. C. Hosmer, Հատոր 1
William Howe Cuyler Hosmer
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1854
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Էջ 232 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Էջ 37 - ... caravan, And in a tomb, unknown to friendship, hides The toiling camels and their Arab guides ; Dwells in the boiling maelstrom deep and dark, That roars a dismal warning to the bark, And lingers where volcanic mountains throw A burning deluge on the vale below.
Էջ 267 - Night ! I love thee, as a weary child Loves the maternal breast on which it leans ! Day hath its golden pomp — its bustling scenes, But richer gifts are thine : — the turmoil wild Of a proud heart, thy low, sad voice hath...
Էջ 330 - Each tender tie, dissolved with pain, With endless bliss is crowned; All that was dead revives again ; All that was lost is found.
Էջ 154 - Oh, grant to a sister true, Ye stars, in your train a place! The blood of the Saxon flows In the veins of the men who cry, — "Give ear, give ear unto those Who pine for their native sky ! We call on our Motherland For a home in Freedom's hall, — While stretching forth the hand, Oh, build no dividing wall! "The Mexican vaunteth no more; In strife we have tamed his pride; The coward raps not at your door. Speak out ! shall it open wide ? Oh. the wish of our hearts is strong. That the star of Jacinto's...
Էջ 38 - When yellow twilight weaves her glorious shroud ; The babbling cascade that descends in foam, And flashes beauty from its rocky home ; The mingling tones of laughing earth and air, When Morn braids purple in her golden hair ; The dance of leaves, the lulling fall of rain, The river on its journey to the main ; The quiet lakes that spread their sheets of blue, A sweet enchantment lending to the view. The fierce tornado, parent of dismay, Uprooting sylvan giants in his way ; The lulling winds of summer,...
Էջ 122 - And the fast-waning lamp, as if aware Some awful shade was nigh, emits a ghostly glare. Stern Brutus quails not, though his woe-worn cheeks Blanch with emotion, and in tone full loud Thus to the ghastly apparition speaks — " Why stand before me in that gory shroud, Unwelcome guest ! thy purpose unavowed ; Art thou the shaping of my wildered brain ?" The spectre answered, with a gesture proud, In hollow accents — " We will meet again When the best blood of Rome smokes on Philippi's plain.
Էջ 23 - Bringing their grandeur low. Armed with a scroll the birds of evil omen That curse a country he can scare away, Or, in the wake of error, marshal foemen Impatient for the fray. Scorn not the sons of Song ! nor deem them only Poor, worthless weeds upon the shore of time; Although they move in walks retired and lonely They have their tasks sublime. When tyrants tread the hill-top and the valley, Calling the birth-right of the brave their own, Around the tomb of Liberty they rally, And roll away the...