Seaweeds from the Shores of NantucketCrosby, Nichols, 1853 - 135 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
aught beauteous beauty beneath birds bless breast breathe bright brightest brine brow clouds Coatue cold Cross crowned dark dear death deep doth e'en e'er earth fair fairies dwell fancy farewell feel Florence flowers forgot gathered gaze gleam glow grace green hail hand Harper hath heart Heaven heavenly Holy Holy Land hopes hour hushed island land life's light Lillibel lily-bells magic melody mingle minstrelsy moccasins morn musing Nantucket Native Isle nature's ne'er neath Neptune night o'er ocean PALESTINE plain roam rock round Sachem scene SEAWEEDS shade shearing pen shore shrine silent slavery sleep slumber smile soul sound Speak gently spell spirit stand star stood strain stream summer sung sweet tell thee thine thou hast thought toil TRENTON FALLS tu I can't Twas Twill voice wander waves wind wouldst zephyrs
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Página 131 - The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in the room. The old, old fashion! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll.
Página 2 - No genius of the Nile, No one in mountain, grot, or dell, Invested with the power to tell, Whence sprung my Native Isle ? Was it from ocean's coral caves, Toss'd by old Neptune to the waves, A gift in merry glee ? And will he not some future day, In wonder at its lengthen'd stay, Back hurl it to the sea ? Or was it severed from the shore, Of neighboring lands, in days of yore, By strong volcanic shock, Hurled into the Atlantic main A barren, sandy, dreary plain, A bit without a rock ! Perchance it...
Página 3 - Boreas' fav'ring gale, The torrid zone to try. Undecked, unlovely as thou art, A speck upon the world's great chart, Thou art our native spot, And, true to nature, still we love, And, by affection still we prove Thy faults can be forgot. We know the grandest, loftiest pines, Have left to grace more genial climes, Yet lovely plants here thrive ; The violet bland, and violet blue, And violet of cerulean hue, Betoken spring's alive.
Página 34 - For a' that, and a' that, Though black his skin, and a' that, We cannot rob him of his kind, — The slave's a man for a' that. Though by his brother bought and sold, And beat and scourged, and a' that, His wrongs can ne'er be felt or told, Yet he's a man for a' that. For a
Página 54 - ... Harper wildly sings amain, — 'Tis tu I can't, and tu I can, All the way to shearing pen. The Harper seats him 'neath a tent, Made of a mainsail, patched and rent ; The curious folk, of every hue, Looked on as though they'd look him through ; He signifies his calm intent To drink — of the liquid element ; He eats a large three-cornered bun ; And then, his slight refection done, He takes his harp, and plays again The same mysterious wild refrain, — 'Tis tu I can't, and tu I can, All the way...
Página 52 - OLD Ocean's stormy barrier passed, The Harper gained the beach at last ; He seized his harp, he leaped ashore ; He played his wild refrain once more, The same old sixpence, tu and tu, Echoed the shores of bleak Coatue ; 'Twas tu I can't, and tu I can, All the way to shearing pen. • Onward, but not unheeded, went The Harper old ; his form was bent, His doublet wool, his hose were tow, His pantaloons were cut so, so ; The people gazed, the coofs admired, And many stranger things transpired ; Coppers...
Página 34 - Which nature claims, and a' that, There's that which in the slave unites To make the man for a' that: For a1 that and a1 that, Though dark his skin, and a' that, We cannot rob him of his kind, The slave's a man for a
Página 4 - ... genial climes, Yet lovely plants here thrive ; The violet bland, and violet blue, And violet of cerulean hue, Betoken spring's alive. Thy fatal shores, and sandy shoals, Round which the foaming white cap rolls, All hopes of safety blast; The pale affrighted sailor eyes The dangers that around him rise, And turns away aghast ! Hence ! all ye light, fantastic schemes, Teeming with fancy's flimsy dreams, No more my thoughts beguile, It is not in your power to tell Who toss'd it up on ocean's swell,...
Página 53 - ... can, All the way to shearing pen. Twas just midway of all the year, When flowers and fleeces first appear, When grass is grown, when sheep are sheared ; When lilies, like a lady's hand, Their scented petals first expand ; When flowery June was in her teens, The Harper, 'mid his favorite scenes, Played tu I can't, and tu I can, All the way to shearing pen.
Página 55 - Twill be so when the world is done. Who was the harper ? what his strain ? Wait till you hear him play again : 'T is " tew I can't, and tew I can," All the way to the shearing-pen ! 1844. But the serpent of variance invaded this pretty pastoral, as he mostly does all pretty scenes; and it was gradually perceived that many proprietors of the common land pastured a great many more sheep than they were entitled...