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The holiest of all holidays are th… Kept by ourselves in silence and a… The secret anniversaries of the he… When the full river of feeling ove… The happy days unclouded to their…
Thus then, much care-worn, The son of Healfden Sorrowed evermore, Nor might the prudent hero His woes avert.
By yon still river, where the wave Is winding slow at evening’s close… The beech, upon a nameless grave, Its sadly—moving shadow throws. O’er the fair woods the sun looks…
Most beautiful, most gentle! Yet… To all that gladdens the fair eart… That watched her being; the matern… That kept and nourished her; and t… That steals from our own thoughts,…
As a fond mother, when the day is… Leads by the hand her little child… Half willing, half reluctant to be… And leave his broken playthings on… Still gazing at them through the o…
Half of my life is gone, and I ha… The years slip from me and have no… The aspiration of my youth, to bui… Some tower of song with lofty para… Not indolence, nor pleasure, nor t…
This is the Arsenal. From floor t… Like a huge organ, rise the burnis… But from their silent pipes no ant… Startles the villages with strange… Ah! what a sound will rise, how wi…
Pentecost, day of rejoicing, had c… Gleaming stood in the morning’s sh… Decked with a brazen cock, the fri… Glanced like the tongues of fire,… Clear was the heaven and blue, and…
On the cross the dying Saviour Heavenward lifts his eyelids calm, Feels, but scarcely feels, a tremb… In his pierced and bleeding palm. And by all the world forsaken,
At Stralsund, by the Baltic Sea, Within the sandy bar, At sunset of a summer’s day, Ready for sea, at anchor lay The good ship Valdemar.
Safe at anchor in Drontheim bay King Olaf’s fleet assembled lay, And, striped with white and blue, Downward fluttered sail and banner… As alights the screaming lanner;
Ah me! ah me! when thinking of the… The vanished years, alas, I do no… Among them all one day that was my… Fallacious hope; desires of the un… Lamenting, loving, burning, and in…
The shades of night were falling f… As through an Alpine village pass… A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and i… A banner with the strange device, Excelsior!
The sun is set; and in his latest… Yon little cloud of ashen gray and… Slowly upon the amber air unrolled… The falling mantle of the Prophet… From the dim headlands many a ligh…
BENT like a laboring oar, that t… Bent, but not broken, by age was t… Shocks of yellow hair, like the si… Over his shoulders; his forehead w… Sat astride on his nose, with a lo…