The Poems of John G. C. Brainard: A New and Authentic Collection, with an Original Memoir of His Life

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S. Andrus & Son, 1846 - Всего страниц: 191

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Стр. 69 - By the festal cities blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore.
Стр. 10 - Oh ! what are all the notes that ever rung From war's vain trumpet by thy thundering side ! Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life to thy unceasing roar ! And yet...
Стр. 20 - I saw two clouds at morning, Tinged with the rising sun ; And in the dawn they floated on, And mingled into one: I thought that morning cloud was blest, It moved so sweetly to the west. I saw two summer currents, Flow smoothly to their meeting, And join their course, with silent force, In peace each other greeting: Calm was their course through banks of green, While dimpling eddies play'd between.
Стр. 20 - I SAW TWO CLOUDS AT MORNING" I SAW two clouds at morning, Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on, And mingled into one: I thought that morning cloud was blest, It moved so sweetly to the west. I saw two summer currents Flow smoothly to their meeting, And join their course, with silent force, In peace each other greeting; Calm was their course through banks of green, While dimpling eddies played between. Such be your gentle motion, Till life's last pulse shall beat; Like summer's...
Стр. liii - 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 cent'ries in the eternal rocks.
Стр. 33 - ALL sights are fair to the recovered blind; All sounds are music to the deaf restored ; The lame, made whole, leaps like the sporting hind ; And the sad, bowed-down sinner, with his load Of shame and sorrow, when he cuts the cord, And drops the pack it bound, is free again In the light yoke and burden of his Lord.
Стр. 73 - How many now are dead to me That live to others yet ! How many are alive to me Who crumble in their graves, nor see That sickening, sinking look, which we Till dead can ne'er forget. Beyond the blue seas, far away, Most wretchedly alone, One died in prison, far away, Where stone on stone shut out the day, And never hope or comfort's ray In his lone dungeon shone. Dead to the world, alive to me, Though months and years have...
Стр. 4 - Dark as the frost-nipped leaves that strewed the ground, The Indian hunter here his shelter found ; Here cut his bow and shaped his arrows true, Here built his wigwam and his bark canoe, Speared the quick salmon leaping up the fall. And slew the deer without the rifle ball, Here...
Стр. 95 - It led the hymn of other orbs on high ; 'Twill shine when all the fires of heaven shall fade. Pilgrims at Salem's porch, be that your aid ! For it has kept its watch on Palestine ! Look to its holy light, nor be dismayed.
Стр. 94 - And from the boiling seas, such wrath did flow, As saw not Shinar's plain, nor Babel's overthrow. Another earthquake comes. Dome, roof and wall Tremble ; and headlong to the grassy bank, And in the muddied stream, the fragments fall, While the rent chasm spread its jaws, and drank, At one huge draught, the sediment, which sank In Salem's drained goblet. Mighty Power ! Thou whom we all should worship, praise, and thank, Where was thy mercy in that awful hour, When hell moved from beneath, and thine...

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