Selections from the American Poets

Selections from the American Poets

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1845 edition. Excerpt: ...their skirting wall, The moonlit marbles of some grand Disburied capital; Masses of whiteness and of gloom, The darkly bright remains Of desolate palace, empty tomb, And desecrated fanes: For in the ruins of old hours Remembrance haply sees Temples, and tombs, and palaces, Not different from these. Emma C. Embury. CHRIST IN THE TEMPEST. Midnight was on the mighty deep, And darkness filled the boundless sky, While mid the raging wind was heard The sea-bird's mournful cry; For tempest clouds were mustering wrath Across the seaman's trackless path. It came at length: one fearful gust Rent from the mast the shivering sail, And drove the helpless bark along, The plaything of the gale, While fearfully the lightning's glare Fell on the pale brows gather'd there. But there was one o'er whose bright face Unmark'd the livid lightnings flash'd;And on whose stirless, prostrate form, Unfelt the sea-spray dash'd;For mid the tempest fierce and wild, He slumber'd like a wearied child. Oh! who could look upon that face, And feel the sting of coward fear? Though hell's fierce demons raged around, Yet heaven itself was here; For who that glorious brow could see, Nor own a present Deity? With hurried fear they press around The lowly Saviour's humble bed, As if his very touch had power To shield their souls from dread; While cradled on the raging deep, He lay in calm and tranquil sleep. Vainly they struggled with their fears, But wilder still the tempest woke, Till from their full and o'erfraught hearts The voice of terror broke: "Behold! we sink beneath the wave, We perish, Lord! but thou canst save." Slowly he rose; and mild rebuke Shone in his soft and heaven-lit eye: "Oh ye of little faith," he cried, "Is not your master nigh? Is not your...show more

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  • 12-17
  • Paperback | 80 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 159g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236625749
  • 9781236625748