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The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast;
And the woods against a stormy sky,
Their giant branches toss'd.
Topic: America
Source: Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers
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In the busy haunts of men.
Topic: Cities
Source: Tale of the Secret Tribunal (pt. I, l. 2)
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What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?--
They sought a faith's pure shrine!
Topic: Faith
Source: Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers
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Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows,
And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
Topic: Fireflies
Source: The Better Land
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There shall be no more snow
No weary noontide heat,
So we lift our trusting eyes
From the hills our Fathers trod:
To the quiet of the skies:
To the Sabbath of our God.
Topic: Future
Source: Evening Song of the Tyrolese Peasants
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Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy;
Dreams cannot picture a world so fair--
Sorrow and death may not enter there;
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom,
For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb,
It is there, it is there, my child!
Topic: Heaven
Source: The Better Land
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The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck,
Shone round him o'er the dead.
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The flames roll'd on--he would not go
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
Topic: Heroes
Source: Casabianca
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The stately Homes of England,
How beautiful they stand!
Amidst their tall ancestral trees,
O'er all the pleasant land.
Topic: Home
Source: Homes of England
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Yet, the great ocean hath no tone of power
Mightier to reach the soul, in thought's hushed hour,
Than yours, ye Lilies! chosen thus and graced!
Topic: Lilies
Source: Sonnet--The Lilies of the Field
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There is none,
In all this cold and hollow world, no fount
Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within
A mother's heart.
Topic: Motherhood
Source: Siege of Valencia (sc. Room in a Palace of Valencia)
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The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast;
And the woods against a stormy sky,
Their giant branches toss'd.
Topic: Ocean
Source: Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers
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Rome, Rome, thou art no more
As thou hast been!
On thy seven hills of yore
Thou sat'st a queen.
Topic: Rome
Source: Roman Girl's Song
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Fair land! of chivalry the old domain,
Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain!
Though not for thee with classic shores to vie
In charms that fix th' enthusiast's pensive eye;
Yet hast thou scenes of beauty richly fraught
With all that wakes the glow of lofty thought.
Topic: Spain
Source: Abencerrage (canto II, l. 1)
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I come, I come! ye have called me long,
I come o'er the mountain with light and song:
Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth,
By the winds which tell of the violet's birth,
By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass,
By the green leaves, opening as I pass.
Topic: Spring
Source: Voice of Spring
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We pine for kindred natures
To mingle with our own.
Topic: Sympathy
Source: Psyche Borne by Zephyrs to the Island of Pleasure
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Thou hast fair forms that move
With queenly tread;
Thou hast proud fanes above
Thy mighty dread.
Yet wears thy Tiber's shore
A mournful mien:--
Rome, Rome, thou art no more
As thou hast been.
Topic: Tiber River
Source: Roman Girl's Song
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The wind, the wandering wind
Of the golden summer eyes--
Whence is the thrilling magic
Of its tunes amongst the leaves?
Oh, is it from the waters,
Or from the long, tall grass?
Or is it from the hollow rocks
Through which its breathings pass?
Topic: Wind
Source: The Wandering Wind
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Ay, call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod,
They have left unstained, what there they found,--
Freedom to worship God.
Topic: Worship
Source: The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers
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