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Page 90 - And what are we, That hear the question of that voice sublime? Oh, what are all the notes that ever rung From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side ? Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life, to thy unceasing roar? And yet, bold babbler, what art thou to Him Who drowned a world, and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ? — a light wave, That breaks, and whispers of its Maker's might.
Page 109 - How Bill forgets his hour of pride, While Joe sits smiling at his side; How Joe, in spite of time's disguise, Finds the old schoolmate in his eyes, — Those calm, stern eyes, that melt and fill As Joe looks fondly up at Bill.
Page 89 - THE thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain, While I look upward to thee. It would seem As if God poured thee from his hollow hand, And hung his bow upon thine awful front, And spoke in that loud voice which seemed to him Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's sake The sound of many waters ; and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back, And notch his centuries in the eternal rocks.
Page 209 - Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Page 155 - Would you hear of the River Fight ? It was two, of a soft spring night — God's stars looked down on all, And all was clear and bright But the low fog's chilling breath — Up the River of Death Sailed the Great Admiral. On our high poop-deck he stood, And round him ranged the men Who have made their birthright good Of manhood, once and again — Lords of helm and of sail, Tried in tempest and gale, Bronzed in battle and wreck — Bell and Bailey grandly...
Page 65 - Must I die alone ? Shall I never see you more ? I know that you will come ; but you will come too late.
Page 203 - And that night, like a reward for his pity, a dream of that place came to Florian, a dream which did for him the office of the finer sort of memory, bringing its object to mind with a great clearness, yet, as sometimes happens in dreams, raised a little above itself, and above ordinary retrospect.
Page 158 - To-day the Dahlgren and the drum Are dread Apostles of His Name ; His kingdom here can only come By chrism of blood and flame.
Page 62 - Last Friday, a female stranger died at the Bell Tavern, in Danvers; and on Sunday her remains were decently interred. The circumstances relative to this woman are such as excite curiosity, and interest our feelings. She was brought to the Bell in a chaise ... by a young man whom she had engaged for that purpose.