 | Lydia Howard Sigourney - Indians of North America - 1835 - 328 pages
...insect-trump of earthly. hope, Or love, or sorrow, — 'mid the peal sublime Of thy tremendous hymn ? Even Ocean shrinks Back from thy brotherhood : and all his waves Retire abash'd. For he doth sometimes seem To sleep like a spent laborer, — and recall His wearied billows from their vexing... | |
 | Lydia Howard Sigourney - 1843 - 356 pages
...— and upon thy rocky altar pour Incense of awe-struck praise. Earth fears to lift The insect-trump that tells her trifling joys Or fleeting triumphs,...For he hath need to sleep, Sometimes, like a spent laborer, calling home His boisterous billows, from their vexing play, NIAGARA. 89 To a long, dreary... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1843 - 558 pages
...insect trump of earthly hope, Or love, or sorrow — mid the peal sublime Of thy tremendous hymn? Even ocean shrinks Back from thy brotherhood : and all his waves Retire abash'd. For he doth sometimes seem To sleep like aa spent labourer — and recall His wearied billows from their vexing... | |
 | Lady of Rhode Island - Gift books - 1850 - 158 pages
...insect-trump of earthly hope, Or love, or sorrow, — 'mid the peal sublime Of thy tremendous hymn? Even Ocean shrinks Back from thy brotherhood : and all his waves Retire abash'd. For he doth sometimes seem To sleep like a spent laborer, — and recall His wearied billows from their vexing... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - Elocution - 1856 - 320 pages
...insect trump of earthly hope, Or love, or sorrow—'mid the peal sublime Of thy tremendous hymn ? Even ocean shrinks Back from thy brotherhood: and all his waves Retire abash'd. For he doth sometimes seem 15 To Bleep like a spent laborer—and recall His wearied billows from their vexing... | |
 | Washington Friend - Bridges - 1858 - 92 pages
...resistless. God hath set His rainbow on thy forehead, and the cloud Mantled around thy feet. And He doth give Thy voice of thunder power to speak of Him...calm : but thy strong tide Faints not, nor e'er with foiling heart forgets Its everlasting lesson, night nor day. The morning stars, that hail'd creation's... | |
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The insect trump that tells her trifling joys Or fleeting triumphs, 'mid the peal sublime Of thy tremendous hymn. Proud Ocean shrinks Back from thy brotherhood, and all his waves Retire abash'd. For he hath need to sleep, Sometimes, like a spent labourer,... 