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autumnal awake beechen shade bees behold blithe boundless bramble breath breezes bright butterflies Chase child that played chimney crowd crumbled Dancing dark dead Dead!-no Dead!—no dear deer door dream dreamland dusky dust earth evermore every-where eyes faces fairy far-off farm farm-house fire fireside flame flowers flying footsteps forgotten fragrant funeral train gaslight glad gleam gold golden grass grew hands harvest heard heart horizon hour kiss land lifted light linger long ago lost LOST HORIZON Maiden Marian meadows memory mist Morning Street mother murmured night o'er orchard pass pass'd PHIDIAS Phoebe played Underneath quiet Reapers restless rose rose-tree scythe seemed shadows sheaves shine silence sing sleep slow snow solitude spire summer sunny sunshine sweet tavern throng to-day toil toll-gate Transfigured trees twilight Underneath our beechen UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN unseen vanished vision voice vote walk wander warm whispers wind window woodlands wrought yonder
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Page 114 - I walk the Morning Street, Filled with the silence vague and sweet: All seems as strange, as still, as dead, As if unnumbered years had fled, Letting the noisy Babel lie Breathless and dumb against the sky. The light wind walks with me, alone, Where the hot day, flame-like, was blown; Where the wheels roared...
Page 139 - ROSE AND ROOT. A FABLE OF TWO LIVES. THE Rose aloft in sunny air, Beloved alike by bird and bee, Takes for the dark Root little care, That toils below it ceaselessly. I put my question to the flower : " Pride of the Summer, garden-queen, Why livest thou thy little hour?" And the Rose answered, " I am seen." I put my question to the Root : " I mine the earth content," it said, " A hidden miner underfoot ; I know a Rose is overhead.
Page 29 - ... John, between them, I somehow see, When my eyes are shut, with a little board at his head in Tennessee. But William came home one morning early, from Gettysburg, last July, (The mowing was over already, although the only mower was I : ) William, my captain, came home for good to his mother ; and...
Page 92 - AR-OFF a young State rises, full of might ; I paint its brave escutcheon. Near at hand See the log-cabin in the rough clearing stand ; A woman by its door, with steadfast sight, Trustful, looks Westward, where, uplifted bright, Some city's Apparition, weird and grand, In dazzling quiet fronts the lonely land, With vast and...
Page 65 - 11 vote for her as well ! Yes ! for the myriad speechless tongues, the myriad offer'd lives, The desolation at the heart of orphans and of wives ! I go to give my vote alone — I curse your shameless shame Who fight for traitors here at home in Peace's holy name ! I go to give my vote alone, but even while I do, I vote for dead and living, all — the living dead and you ! See yonder tree beside the field, caught in the sudden sough, How conscious of its strength it leans, how straight and steadfast...
Page 43 - ... with the flames, The flames — nobody more! That vision vanishes in me, Sudden and swift and fierce and bright; Another gentler vision fills The solitude, to-night: The horizon lightens every-where, The sunshine rocks on windy maize; Hark, every-where are busy men, And children at their plays! Far church-spires twinkle at the sun, From villages of quiet born, And, far and near, and every-where, Homes stand amid the corn. No longer, driven by wind, the Fire Makes all the vast horizon glow, But,...
Page 112 - ... Sleeps full of dew : that Hand, in light Of moon and stars, how weirdly bright ! Below, in many a noisy street, Are toiling hands and striving feet ; The weakest rise, the strongest fall : That equal Hand is over all. Below, in courts to guard the land, Gold buys the tongue and binds the hand...
Page 62 - I'll try again ! The ballot-box remembers theirs, the country well might know — Though in a million only two for little seem to go ; But, somehow, when my ticket...
Page 30 - I'll be bound We were proud and cried to see the flag that wrapt his coffin around ; For a company from the town came up ten miles with music and gun : It seemed his country claimed him then — as well as his mother — her son. But Joseph is yonder with Grant to-day, a thousand miles or near, And only the bees are abroad at work with me in the clover here. Was it a murmur of thunder I heard that hummed again in the air ? Yet, may be, the cannon are sounding now their Onward to Richmond there.
Page 27 - THE bees in the clover are making honey, and I am making my hay: The air is fresh, I seem to draw a young man's breath to-day. The bees and I are alone in the grass: the air is so very still I hear the dam, so loud, that shines beyond the sullen mill. Yes, the air is so still that I hear almost the sounds I...