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September, 1861 AD (search for this): chapter 321
soul beguile, Or woo the orphan's heart. Yon keen-eyed stars with mute reproaches brand The lapse from faith and law,-- No more harmonious emblems of a land Ensphered in love and awe. As cradled in the noontide's warm embrace, And bathed in dew and rain, The herbage freshened, and in billowy grace Wide surged the ripening grain; And the wild rose and clover's honeyed cell Exhaled their peaceful breath, On the soft air broke Treason's fiendish yell-- The harbinger of death! Nor to the camp alone his summons came, To blast the glowing day, But heavenward bore upon the wings of flame Our poet's mate away; Mrs. Longfellow. And set his seal upon the statesman's lips On which a nation hung; Cavour. And rapt the noblest life in cold eclipse, By woman lived or sung. Mrs. Browning. How shrinks the heart from Nature's festal noon, As shrink the withered leaves,-- In the wan light of Sorrow's harvest-moon To glean her blighted sheaves. Newport, R. I., September, 1861.
W. H. Browning (search for this): chapter 321
soul beguile, Or woo the orphan's heart. Yon keen-eyed stars with mute reproaches brand The lapse from faith and law,-- No more harmonious emblems of a land Ensphered in love and awe. As cradled in the noontide's warm embrace, And bathed in dew and rain, The herbage freshened, and in billowy grace Wide surged the ripening grain; And the wild rose and clover's honeyed cell Exhaled their peaceful breath, On the soft air broke Treason's fiendish yell-- The harbinger of death! Nor to the camp alone his summons came, To blast the glowing day, But heavenward bore upon the wings of flame Our poet's mate away; Mrs. Longfellow. And set his seal upon the statesman's lips On which a nation hung; Cavour. And rapt the noblest life in cold eclipse, By woman lived or sung. Mrs. Browning. How shrinks the heart from Nature's festal noon, As shrink the withered leaves,-- In the wan light of Sorrow's harvest-moon To glean her blighted sheaves. Newport, R. I., September, 1861.
Cavour (search for this): chapter 321
s soul beguile, Or woo the orphan's heart. Yon keen-eyed stars with mute reproaches brand The lapse from faith and law,-- No more harmonious emblems of a land Ensphered in love and awe. As cradled in the noontide's warm embrace, And bathed in dew and rain, The herbage freshened, and in billowy grace Wide surged the ripening grain; And the wild rose and clover's honeyed cell Exhaled their peaceful breath, On the soft air broke Treason's fiendish yell-- The harbinger of death! Nor to the camp alone his summons came, To blast the glowing day, But heavenward bore upon the wings of flame Our poet's mate away; Mrs. Longfellow. And set his seal upon the statesman's lips On which a nation hung; Cavour. And rapt the noblest life in cold eclipse, By woman lived or sung. Mrs. Browning. How shrinks the heart from Nature's festal noon, As shrink the withered leaves,-- In the wan light of Sorrow's harvest-moon To glean her blighted sheaves. Newport, R. I., September, 1861.
Longfellow (search for this): chapter 321
soul beguile, Or woo the orphan's heart. Yon keen-eyed stars with mute reproaches brand The lapse from faith and law,-- No more harmonious emblems of a land Ensphered in love and awe. As cradled in the noontide's warm embrace, And bathed in dew and rain, The herbage freshened, and in billowy grace Wide surged the ripening grain; And the wild rose and clover's honeyed cell Exhaled their peaceful breath, On the soft air broke Treason's fiendish yell-- The harbinger of death! Nor to the camp alone his summons came, To blast the glowing day, But heavenward bore upon the wings of flame Our poet's mate away; Mrs. Longfellow. And set his seal upon the statesman's lips On which a nation hung; Cavour. And rapt the noblest life in cold eclipse, By woman lived or sung. Mrs. Browning. How shrinks the heart from Nature's festal noon, As shrink the withered leaves,-- In the wan light of Sorrow's harvest-moon To glean her blighted sheaves. Newport, R. I., September, 1861.
Newport (Rhode Island, United States) (search for this): chapter 321
s soul beguile, Or woo the orphan's heart. Yon keen-eyed stars with mute reproaches brand The lapse from faith and law,-- No more harmonious emblems of a land Ensphered in love and awe. As cradled in the noontide's warm embrace, And bathed in dew and rain, The herbage freshened, and in billowy grace Wide surged the ripening grain; And the wild rose and clover's honeyed cell Exhaled their peaceful breath, On the soft air broke Treason's fiendish yell-- The harbinger of death! Nor to the camp alone his summons came, To blast the glowing day, But heavenward bore upon the wings of flame Our poet's mate away; Mrs. Longfellow. And set his seal upon the statesman's lips On which a nation hung; Cavour. And rapt the noblest life in cold eclipse, By woman lived or sung. Mrs. Browning. How shrinks the heart from Nature's festal noon, As shrink the withered leaves,-- In the wan light of Sorrow's harvest-moon To glean her blighted sheaves. Newport, R. I., September, 1861.
Henry T. Tuckerman (search for this): chapter 321
113. the battle summer. by Henry T. Tuckerman. The summer wanes,--her languid sighs now yield To autumn's cheering air; The teeming orchard and the waving field Fruition's glory wear. More clear against the flushed horizon wall, Stand forth each rock and tree; More near the cricket's note, the plover's call, More crystalline the sea. The sunshine chastened, like a mother's gaze, The meadow's vagrant balm; The purple leaf and amber-tinted maize Reprove us while they calm; For on the landscape's brightly pensive face, War's angry shadows lie; His ruddy stains upon the woods we trace, And in the crimson sky. No more we bask in Earth's contented smile, But sternly muse apart; Vainly her charms the patriot's soul beguile, Or woo the orphan's heart. Yon keen-eyed stars with mute reproaches brand The lapse from faith and law,-- No more harmonious emblems of a land Ensphered in love and awe. As cradled in the noontide's warm embrace, And bathed in dew and rain, The herbage f