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Poetical Quotations. There's beauty all around our paths, if but our watchful eyes Can trace it 'midst familiar things, and through their lowly guise.— filed under Beauty
"Passing away" is written on the world, and all the world contains.— filed under Change
In the busy haunts of men.— filed under Circumstance
Rome, Rome, thou art no more As thou hast been! On thy seven hills of yore Thou sat'st a queen.— filed under Cities-Venice
Spain. Fair land! of chivalry the old domain, Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain! Though not for thee with classic shores to vie In charms that fix th' enthusiast's pensive eye; Yet hast thou scenes of beauty richly fraught With all that wakes the glow of lofty thought.— filed under Countries-Spain
Dust, to its narrow house beneath! Soul, to its place on high! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.— filed under Death
Bosom of thy God. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set-but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death.— filed under Death
Christ hath arisen! O mountain peaks, attest- Witness, resounding glen and torrent wave! The immortal courage in the human breast Sprung from that victory-tell how oft the brave To camp 'midst rock and cave, Nerved by those words, their struggling faith have borne, Planting the cross on high above the clouds of morn!— filed under Easter
What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?- They sought a faith's pure shrine!— filed under Faith
Poets. Lecture VIII. Thou hast a charmed cup, O Fame! A draught that mantles high, And seems to lift this earthly frame Above mortality. Away! to me a woman-bring Sweet water from affection's spring.— filed under Fame
They speak of hope to the fainting heart, With a voice of promise they come and part, They sleep in dust through the wintry hours, They break forth in glory-bring flowers, bright flowers!— filed under Flirting
Through the laburnum's dropping gold Rose the light shaft of orient mould, And Europe's violets, faintly sweet, Purpled the moss-beds at its feet.— filed under Flirting
Yet, the great ocean hath no tone of power Mightier to reach the soul, in thought's hushed hour, Than yours, ye Lilies! chosen thus and graced!— filed under Flowers-Lily
It is written on the rose In its glory's full array: Read what those buds disclose- "Passing away" L— filed under Flowers-Rose
Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod, They have left unstained, what there they found,- Freedom to worship God.— filed under Freedom
Where shall we make her grave? Oh! where the wild flowers wave In the free air! When shower and singing-bird 'Midst the young leaves are heard, There-lay her there! C.— filed under Gratitude
Oh! call my brother back to me! I cannot play alone; The summer comes with flower and bee, - Where is my brother gone?— filed under Grief
Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair- Sorrow and death may not enter there; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, It is there, it is there, my child!— filed under Heaven
Hungary, Anno 1599. Lansdowne MS. 775. Vol. 149. British Museum. The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. * * * * * * The flames roll'd on-he would not go Without his Father's word; That Father, faint in death below, His voice no longer heard.— filed under Heroes
The stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. S.— filed under Home
Alas! for love, if thou art all, And nought beyond, O earth.— filed under Love
There is none, In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart. S.— filed under Motherhood
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky, Their giant branches toss'd.— filed under Ocean
Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit! rest thee now!— filed under Rest
upon Westminster Bridge. Tiber. Thou hast fair forms that move With queenly tread; Thou hast proud fanes above Thy mighty dead. Yet wears thy Tiber's shore A mournful mien :- Rome, Rome, thou art no more As thou hast been.— filed under Rivers-Thames
I come, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountain with light and song: Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.— filed under Sculpture
SEASONS (THE)-SUMMER. Thou'rt bearing hence thy roses, Glad summer, fare thee well! Thou'rt singing thy last melodies In every wood and dell.— filed under Sows
Oh! lightly, lightly tread! A holy thing is sleep, On the worn spirit shed, And eyes that wake to weep.— filed under Sleep
The craving for sympathy is the common boundary-line between joy and sorrow. J. C. AND A. W. HARE-Guesses at Truth. O! ask not, hope thou not too much Of sympathy below; Few are the hearts whence one same touch Bids the sweet fountains flow.— filed under Sympathy
We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own. C.— filed under Sympathy
Larch. Larix. I have look'd o'er the hills of the stormy north, And the larch has hung all his tassels forth.— filed under Trees And Plants-Chestnut
Willow. Salix. Willow, in thy breezy moan, I can hear a deeper tone; Through thy leaves come whispering low, Faint sweet sounds of long ago- Willow, sighing willow!— filed under Trees And Plants-Yew
The wind, the wandering wind Of the golden summer eves- Whence is the thrilling magic Of its tunes amongst the leaves? Oh, is it from the waters, Or from the long, tall grass? Or is it from the hollow rocks Through which its breathings pass?— filed under Wind
Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod. They have left unstained, what there they found- Freedom to worship God.— filed under Worship