The Poets of Connecticut: With Biographical Sketches ...

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Charles William Everest
Case, Tiffany and Burnham, 1844 - 468 páginas
 

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Página 251 - There with its waving blade of green, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush like a banner bathed in slaughter ; There with a light and easy motion, The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea ; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea...
Página 252 - ... of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own; And when the ship from his fury flies, Where the myriad voices of ocean roar, When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And demons are waiting the wreck on shore; Then far below in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the waters murmur tranquilly, Through...
Página 270 - The thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain, While I look upward to thee. It would seem As if GOD poured thee from his " hollow hand," And hung his bow upon thine awful front; And spoke in that loud voice, which seemed to him Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's sake, " The sound of many waters ;" and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back, And notch His centuries in the eternal rocks.
Página 144 - Was it the chime of a tiny bell That came so sweet to my dreaming ear, Like the silvery tones of a fairy's shell That he winds, on the beach, so mellow and clear, When the winds and the waves lie together asleep, And the Moon and the Fairy are watching the deep, She dispensing her silvery light.
Página 225 - Strong sense, deep feeling, passions strong, A hate of tyrant and of knave, A love of right, a scorn of wrong, Of coward and of slave ; A kind, true heart, a spirit high, That could not fear and would not bow, Were written in his manly eye And on his manly brow.
Página 315 - He was admitted to the bar, and commenced the practice of his profession in his native town ; but before the end of two years he was elected a Representative in the State Legislature, and during his second year's service was chosen Speaker of the House.
Página 147 - He lives ! — in all the past He lives ; nor, to the last, Of seeing him again will I despair ; In dreams I see him now, And on his angel brow I see it written,
Página 232 - At midnight, in the forest shades, Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band, True as the steel of their tried blades, Heroes in heart and hand. There had the Persian's thousands stood, There had the glad earth drunk their blood On old...
Página 148 - The pilgrim exile — sainted name ! The hill, whose icy brow Rejoiced, when he came, in the morning's flame, In the morning's flame burns now. And the moon's cold light, as it lay that night On the hill-side and the sea, Still lies where he laid his houseless head ; But the...
Página 150 - O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of prophet bards was strung, To Thee at last, in every clime, Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.

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