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American poet and scholar
(1807 - 1882)
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Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
  Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness:
    So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,
      Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
      - Tales of a Wayside Inn--The Theologian's Tale--Elizabeth
         (pt. IV) [Meeting]

Hoeder, the blind old god
  Whose feet are shod with silence.
      - Tegner's Drapa (st. 6) [Gods]

I shot an arrow into the air
  It fell to earth I knew not where;
    For so swiftly it flew, the sight
      Could not follow it in its flight.
      - The Arrow and the Song [Chance]

They who live in history only seemed to walk the earth again.
      - The Belfry of Bruges (st. 9) [History]

In the elder days of Art,
  Builders wrought with greatest care
    Each minute and unseen part;
      For the gods see everywhere.
      - The Builders (st. 5) [Architecture]

Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
  Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
    Our faith triumphant o'er our fears,
      Are all with thee,--are all with thee!
      - The Building of the Ship [Love of Country]

And in the wreck of noble lives
  Something immortal still survives.
      - The Building of the Ship (l. 375)

For his heart was in his work, and the heart
  Giveth grace unto every Art.
      - The Building of the Ship (l. 7) [Heart]

The glory of Him who
  Hung His masonry pendant on naught, when the world He created.
      - The Children of the Lord's Supper (l. 177)

For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter
  Of the Eternal's language;--on earth it is called Forgiveness!
      - The Children of the Lord's Supper (l. 214)

Races, better than we, have leaned on her wavering promise,
  Having naught else but Hope.
      - The Children of the Lord's Supper (l. 230)

Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
      - The Children of the Lord's Supper (l. 262)
        [Language : Music]

In the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims,
  To and fro in a room of his simple and primitive dwelling,
    Clad in doublet and hose, and boots of Cordovan leather,
      Strode, with a martial air, Miles Standish the Puritan Captain.
        Buried in thought he seemed, with his hands behind him, and pausing
          Ever and anon to behold his glittering weapons of warfare,
            Hanging in shining array along the walls of the chamber,--
              Cutlass and corselet of steel, and his trusty sword of Damascus,
                Curved at the point and inscribed with its mystical Arabic sentence,
                  While underneath, in a corner, were fowling-piece, musket, and matchlock.
      - The Courtship of Miles Standish
        [Books (First Lines)]

God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.
      - The Courtship of Miles Standish (IV) [God]

"You will forgive me, I hope, for the sake of the friendship between us,
  Which is too true and too sacred to be so easily broken!"
      - The Courtship of Miles Standish--Priscilla
         (pt. VI, l. 22) [Friendship]

And the night shall be filled with music
  And the cares, that infest the day,
    Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
      And as silently steal away.
      - The Day is Done [Night]

A feeling of sadness and longing,
  That is not akin to pain,
    And resembles sorrow only
      As the mist resembles the rain.
      - The Day is Done (st. 3) [Sadness]

Who, through long days of labor,
  And nights devoid of ease,
    Still heard in his soul the music
      Of wonderful melodies.
      - The Day is Done (st. 8) [Music]

Such songs have power to quiet
  The restless pulse of care,
    And come like the benediction
      That follows after prayer.
      - The Day is Done (st. 9) [Songs]

The leaves of memory seemed to make
  A mournful rustling in the dark.
      - The Fire of Drift-Wood [Memory]

The prayer of Ajax was for light;
  Through all that dark and desperate fight,
    The blackness of that noonday night.
      - The Goblet of Life (st. 8) [Light]

Time has laid his hand
  Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it,
    But as a harper lays his open palm
      Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
      - The Golden Legend [Time]

So many ghosts, and forms of fright,
  Have started from their graves to-night,
    They have driven sleep from mine eyes away;
      I will go down to the chapel and pray.
      - The Golden Legend (pt. IV) [Apparitions]

All thing are symbols: the external shows
  Of Nature have their image in the mind,
    As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves.
      - The Harvest Moon [Symbols]

The song-birds leave us at the summer's close,
  Only the empty nests are left behind,
    And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.
      - The Harvest Moon [Quail]

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