 | 1847 - 876 strani
...and bread — Power, at thy bounds, Stops, and calls back his baffled hounds. Oh fair young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now. Deep...they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower, And when thy sisters,... | |
 | 1847 - 814 strani
...Stops, and culls back his baffled hounds. Oh fair young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler (mice than now. Deep in the brightness of thy skies The...they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, with every coming hour Símil brighten, and Ihy form shall lower, And when lliv siMers,... | |
 | 1847 - 784 strani
...and bread — Power, at thy bounds, Stops, and calls back his baffled hounds. Oh fair young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now. Deep...skies The thronging years in glory rise, And, as they ileet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, wilh every coming hour Shall brighten, and... | |
 | Cortlandt Van Rensselaer - 1859 - 56 strani
...Who can foretell the future progress, resources, and greatness of America ? " Oh, fair young mother! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now. Deep...fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet." The century's call is to GOD, above all and beyond all. He created the majestic mountains around about... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 strani
...toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops and culls back his baffled hounds. Oh, fair young mother ! What could I do ? To ease the swelling My lips with...impuesion'd meol— And trust me, from so sweet a dwelling, Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower; And when thy sisters,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1855 - 310 strani
...toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops and calls back his baffled hounds. Oh, fair young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now, Deep...brightness of thy skies The thronging years in glory rise, Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower ; And when thy sisters,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1859 - 386 strani
...toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops and calls back his baffled hounds. Oh, fair young mother I on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now. Deep...they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower; And when thy sisters,... | |
 | Cortlandt Van Rensselaer - 1859 - 594 strani
...greatness of America ? " Oh, fair young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now. Doep in the brightness of thy skies, The thronging years...fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet." The century's call is to GOD, above all and beyond all. He created the majestic mountains around about... | |
 | 1859 - 592 strani
...greatness of America ? " Oh, fair young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now. Doop in the brightness of thy skies, The thronging years...fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet." The century's call is to GOD, above all and beyond all. He created the majestic mountains around about... | |
 | 1862 - 432 strani
...toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops, and calls back his baffled hounds. O, fair young Mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now. Deep...they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower; And when thy sisters,... | |
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A shelter for the hunted head, For the starved laborer toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops and calls back his baffled hounds. 
