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The Literary Remains Of John G. C. Brainard - With A Sketch Of His Life (1882) (Paperback)
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The Literary Remains Of John G. C. Brainard - With A Sketch Of His Life (1882) (Paperback)
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General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date:
1882 Original Publisher: Published by P. B. Goodsell Notes: This is
a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no
illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy
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books for free. Excerpt: The mother chides her truant boy, And
keeps him well from harm; While in the grove the happy maid Hangs
on her lover's arm. Another breeze is on the sea, Another wave is
there, And floats abroad triumphantly, A banner bright and fair.
And peaceful hands and happy hearts, And g illant spirits keep Each
star that decks it pure and bright, Above the rolling deep. July
4lh, 1827. TO THE CONNECTICUT RIVER. From that lone lake, the
sweetest of the chain That links the mountain to the mighty main,
Fresh from the rock and swelling by the tree, Rushing to meet and
dare and breast the sea -- Fair, noble, glorious river in thy wave
The sunniest slopes and sweetest pastures lave; The mountain
torrent, with its wintry roar Springs from its home and leaps upon
thy shore: The promontories love thee -- and for this Turn their
rough cheeks and stay thee for thy kiss. S. tern, at thy source,
thy northern Guardians stand. Rude rulers of the solitary land,
Wild dwellers by thy cold sequester'd springs, Of earth the
feathers and of air the wings; Their blasts have rock'd thy cradle,
and in storm Cover'd thy couch and swath'd in snow thy form -- Yet,
bless'd by all the elements that sweep The clouds above, or the
unfathom'd deep, The purest breezes scent thy blooming hills, The
gentlest dews drop on thy eddying rills, By the moss'd bank, and by
the aged tree, The silver streamlet smoothest glides to thee. The
young oak greets thee at the water's edge, Wet by the wave, though
anchor'd in the ledge. -- 'Tis there the otte...
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