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amidst appear arms beauty behold beneath birth blood breast breath Brethren canto Church clouds cold cried dark dead death deep dreams earth eternal face fall fear feel felt field fire flame flood flowers gloom glory Greenland hand hath head heard heart heaven hold hope hour land leaves light living look Lord lost meet mind moon morn mother mountains Nature never night o'er ocean once past peace rest rise rocks rose round sail scene seem'd seen shine shore side sight silent sleep smile soul sound spirit spread spring stand star stood storm strange stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thousand tide Till truth turn voice wake waves whole wild wind wings youth
第 127 頁 - The voice at midnight came; He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
第 154 頁 - The dead are like the stars by day ; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky...
第 220 頁 - Condemn'd to fade and flee : I should be loth to fall Beside the common way, Weltering in mire, and spurn'd by all, Till trodden down to clay. Nor would I choose to die All on a bed of grass, Where thousands of my kindred lie, And idly rot in mass. Nor would I like to spread My thin and wither'd face In hortus siccus, pale and dead, A mummy of my race.
第 258 頁 - Marshaled, once more, at Freedom's call, They came to conquer or to fall, Where he who conquered, he who fell, Was deemed a dead or living Tell, Such...
第 260 頁 - Make way for Liberty !" he cried, then ran with arms extended wide, as if his dearest friend to clasp; ten spears he swept within his grasp : " Make way for Liberty !
第 257 頁 - he cried, — Made way for liberty, and died ! In arms the Austrian phalanx stood, A living wall, a human wood ; Impregnable their front appears, All horrent with projected spears.
第 216 頁 - tis death to-morrow, And to-day the agony between : Then how longs the weary soul for thee, Bright and beautiful eternity ! ASPIRATIONS OF YOUTH. HIGHEB, higher will we climb Up the mount of glory, That our names may live through time In our country's story ; Happy, when her welfare calls, He who conquers, he who falls.
第 108 頁 - A noble, pure, and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould ; The warmest love that can grow cold ; This is a mother's love. To bring a helpless babe to light, Then, while it lies forlorn, To gaze upon that dearest sight, And feel herself new-born, In its existence lose her own, And live and breathe in it alone ; This is a mother's love.