Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West, From North and from South, come the pilgrim and guest,... When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board The old broken links of affection restored, When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before. What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich Pumpkin pie?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw:... It was an Abyssinian maid. And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church-- I keep it, staying at Home--... With a Bobolink for a Chorister-- And an Orchard, for a Dome--LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view!... The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys, warm and low; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky! The pleasant seat, the ruined tow'r, The naked rock, the shady bow'r; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Thus to him, to this school-boy under the bending dome of day, is suggested, that he and it proceed from one root; one is leaf and... one is flower; relation, sympathy, stirring in every vein. And what is that Root? Is not that the soul of his soul?--A thought too bold,--a dream too wild.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth,--his hall the azure dome;... Where his clear spirit leads him, there's his road, By God's own light illumined and foreshadowed.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!... Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »