The Golden Present: A Gift for All SeasonsMrs. J. Thayer |
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... tree ; Listen the dim brook pining while it playeth , And think of me ! Watch when the sky is silver - pale and even , And the wind grieveth on the lonely tree ; Go out beneath the solitary heaven , And think of me ! And when the moon ...
... tree ; Listen the dim brook pining while it playeth , And think of me ! Watch when the sky is silver - pale and even , And the wind grieveth on the lonely tree ; Go out beneath the solitary heaven , And think of me ! And when the moon ...
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... tree , And we shall sleep a pleasant sleep , And not a care shall dare intrude To break the marble solitude So peaceful and so deep . And hark ! the wind - god , as he flies , Moans hollow in the forest trees , And sailing on the gusty ...
... tree , And we shall sleep a pleasant sleep , And not a care shall dare intrude To break the marble solitude So peaceful and so deep . And hark ! the wind - god , as he flies , Moans hollow in the forest trees , And sailing on the gusty ...
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... the world for the youth . It makes all things alive and significant , nature grows conscious . Every bird on the boughs of the trees sing now to his heart and soul . The notes are almost ar- ticulate THE GOLDEN PRESENT . 37.
... the world for the youth . It makes all things alive and significant , nature grows conscious . Every bird on the boughs of the trees sing now to his heart and soul . The notes are almost ar- ticulate THE GOLDEN PRESENT . 37.
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... trees of the forest , the waveing grass and the peeping flowers have grown intelligent ; and he almost fears to ... tree in flower , so much soft , budding , informing loveliness is so- ciety for itself , and she teaches his eye why ...
... trees of the forest , the waveing grass and the peeping flowers have grown intelligent ; and he almost fears to ... tree in flower , so much soft , budding , informing loveliness is so- ciety for itself , and she teaches his eye why ...
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... trees of the ter- race ; all is beautiful , wild and glorious . If there is a feeling upon earth , which is delightful , elevating , which calls forth tones of peace and joy , it is that which we experience after hours of pain and ...
... trees of the ter- race ; all is beautiful , wild and glorious . If there is a feeling upon earth , which is delightful , elevating , which calls forth tones of peace and joy , it is that which we experience after hours of pain and ...
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beam beauty beneath bered home bird bitter bless bosom breast breath breeze bright BULWER chalice chaplet cheek childhood's remem choly clouds dark dear death deep delight dove dream dwell earth eternal eyes fade fancy Farewell fear feel fell to earth flower friendship genius gloom glow-worm grave gushing happiness hath heart heaven heavenly hour human idolatry kiss light of childhood's lips lonely LONGFELLOW look Love's lover MAIDEN AUNT Marriage melan memory Miserere MISS BREMER moon morning mortal nature Neath never night o'er pain passion peace pleasure poetry poets prayer romance sadness scene seemed shine sigh silent simile sleep soft solitude song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet tears THAYER thee thine things thou art thou wilt thought thrill thyself tomb tones treasures tree tremulous twine voice wander weary wings wither woman words young youth Youth's half-forgotten hopes
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Page 52 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear — Swift be thy flight! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought! Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city and sea and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand — Come, long sought!
Page 49 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven, If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty, and a mystery, and create G In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Page 44 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 47 - THE DAY IS DONE. THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 53 - Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! 1821.
Page 64 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Page 16 - And tolls its perfume on the passing air, Makes sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer. Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane, most catholic and solemn, Which God hath planned ; To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply ; Its choir the winds and waves — its organ thunder — Its dome the sky.
Page 9 - Stoop o er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes.
Page 36 - But be our experience in particulars what it may, no man ever forgot the visitations of that power to his heart and brain, which created all things new; which was the dawn in him of music, poetry, and art; which made the face of nature radiant with purple light, the morning and the night varied enchantments...
Page 22 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.