Poems of Manhood ...G. Coolidge, 1861 - 128 páginas |
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Página 95
... triumph now : Young knees are bending round his way , And age makes bare his locks of gray . Fair forms have lent their gladdest smile , White hands have waved the conqueror on , And flowers have decked his path the while , By gentle ...
... triumph now : Young knees are bending round his way , And age makes bare his locks of gray . Fair forms have lent their gladdest smile , White hands have waved the conqueror on , And flowers have decked his path the while , By gentle ...
Página 96
... triumph hour , Nor stay the reckless worshipping Of blended crime and power . The fair of form , the mild of mood , Do honor to the man of blood . breathe Men , Christians , pause ! The air ye Is poisoned by your idol now ; And will you ...
... triumph hour , Nor stay the reckless worshipping Of blended crime and power . The fair of form , the mild of mood , Do honor to the man of blood . breathe Men , Christians , pause ! The air ye Is poisoned by your idol now ; And will you ...
Página 114
... triumph heard ; Then wore his monarch's signet ring ; Then pressed that monarch's throne - a king ; As wild his thoughts , and gay of wing , As Eden's garden bird . At midnight , in the forest shades , Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band ...
... triumph heard ; Then wore his monarch's signet ring ; Then pressed that monarch's throne - a king ; As wild his thoughts , and gay of wing , As Eden's garden bird . At midnight , in the forest shades , Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
ABOU BEN ADHEM angel arms art thou bard beauty bend beneath bosom Bozzaris breast breath bright Briton brow burning Carthage cheer clouds Courage cried crown dark dear death deed deep divine dream dying earth Epaminondas fair faith fame father feels fire freedom gallant gallant knight gazing gloom glorious glory gold grave Greece groan hand happy hast hath heart heaven honor Hope hour human king land light look lord lyre man's MANHOOD martyr mountain mourn mused Nature Nature's neath never night noble numbers o'er onward passion Pilgrim PILGRIM FATHERS Pilgrim Society Pollok poor praise proud Rhine robe round Saxony scorn sigh slave smile snow song soul spirit spring star steed storm strife sweet sword tears tempest thee thine thou thought toil tremble triumph truth Twas Twill voice wave wealth wild wind wretch youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 116 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free. Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
Página 45 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Página 55 - He who though thus endued as with a sense And faculty for storm and turbulence, Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes ; Sweet images ! which, wheresoe'er he be, Are at his heart ; and such fidelity It is his darling passion to approve ; More brave for this, that he hath much to love...
Página 44 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumor of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more...
Página 54 - Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means, and there will stand On honourable terms, or else retire And in himself possess his own desire; Who comprehends his trust and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim...
Página 123 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Página 61 - When, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs I lay, And woo the cooler wind. I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side.
Página 31 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew: Nor yet for the ravage of Winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save. But when shall Spring visit the mouldering urn? O, when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?
Página 115 - And death-shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud ; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band: "Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and your fires ; Strike— for the green graves of your sires; God...
Página 54 - Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity to glorious gain ; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower ; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives ; By objects which might force the soul to abate Her feeling, rendered more compassionate...