The Poems of Henry Timrod. Ed., With A Sketch of the Poet'S Life, by Paul H. Hayne.

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Scholarly Publishing Office, University of Michigan Library, 1873 - Broj stranica: 208
 

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Stranica 97 - Calm as that second summer which precedes The first fall of the snow, In the broad sunlight of heroic deeds, The city bides the foe. As yet, behind their ramparts, stern and proud, Her bolted thunders sleep — Dark Sumter, like a battlemented cloud, Looms o'er the solemn deep.
Stranica 129 - To the mean channels of no selfish mart, Goes out to every shore Of this broad earth, and throngs the sea with ships That bear no thunders ; hushes hungry lips In alien lands ; Joins with a delicate web remotest strands ; And gladdening rich and poor, Doth gild Parisian domes, Or feed the cottage-smoke of English homes, And only bounds its blessings by mankind...
Stranica 98 - Moultrie holds in leash her dogs of war Above the level sand. And down the dunes a thousand guns lie couched, Unseen, beside the flood— Like tigers in some Orient jungle crouched That wait and watch for blood. Meanwhile, through streets still echoing with trade, Walk grave and thoughtful men, Whose hands may one day wield the patriot's blade As lightly as the pen. And maidens, with such eyes as would grow dim Over a bleeding hound, Seem each one to have caught the strength of him Whose sword she...
Stranica 102 - Eutaw — who shall foil Auxiliars such as these? Nor these alone, But every stock and stone Shall help us; but the very soil, And all the generous wealth it gives to toil, And all for which we love our noble land, Shall fight beside, and through us...
Stranica 28 - WE cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides. But tasks in hours of insight will'd Can be through hours of gloom fulfill'd.
Stranica 127 - Doth hail its earliest daylight in the beams Of gray Atlantic dawns; And, broad as realms made up of many lands, Is lost afar Behind the crimson hills and purple lawns Of sunset, among plains which roll their streams Against the Evening Star!
Stranica 131 - SPRING, with that nameless pathos in the air Which dwells with all things fair, Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain, Is with us once again.
Stranica 82 - I hear a murmur as of waves That grope their way through sunless caves, Like bodies struggling in their graves, Carolina! , And now it deepens ; slow and grand It swells, as, rolling to the land, An ocean broke upon thy strand, Carolina! Shout ! let it reach the startled Huns ! And roar with all thy festal guns! It is the answer of thy sons, Carolina!
Stranica 45 - Both my sister and myself are completely impoverished. We have lived for a long period, and are still living, on the proceeds of the gradual sale of furniture and plate. We have — let me see ! — yes, we have eaten two silver pitchers, one or two dozen silver forks, several sofas, innumerable chairs, and a huge — bedstead ! ! Until December, I had no employment.
Stranica 84 - The arm that drives its unbought blows With all a patriot's scorn, Might brain a tyrant with a rose, Or stab him with a thorn.

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