Hidden fields
Books Books
" There's freedom at thy gates and rest For Earth's down-trodden and opprest, A shelter for the hunted head, For the starved laborer toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops and calls back his baffled hounds. "
The Southern literary messenger - Page 64
1847
Full view - About this book

Graham's American Monthly Magazine of Literature, Art, and ..., Volumes 30-31

1847 - 876 pages
...solemn ocean foams. There 's freedom at thy gates, and rest, For earth's down -trodden and opprest, A shelter for the hunted head, For the starved laborer...skies The thronging years in glory rise, And, as they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten, and...
Full view - About this book

The Biblical Repository and Classical Review

1847 - 598 pages
...the solemn ocean foams. There's freedom at thy gates, and rest For earth's down-trodden and opprest ; A shelter for the hunted head, For the starved laborer,...bounds, Stops and calls back his baffled hounds," warn as with the thunder of the Unseen, and let it charm as with an angel's song, and American Literature...
Full view - About this book

The Biblical repositor (and quarterly observer) [afterw.] The American ...

Edward Robinson - 1847 - 792 pages
...solemn ocean foams. i There's freedom at thy gates, and rest For earth's down-trodden and opprest ; A shelter for the hunted head, For the starved laborer,...Power, at thy bounds, Stops and calls back his baffled hound)." warn as with the thunder of the Unseen, and let it charm as with an angel's song, and American...
Full view - About this book

The Ladies' Repository, Volume 7

1847 - 454 pages
...solemn ocean foams. There's freedom at thy gates, and rest For earth's down-trodden and oppressed; A shelter for the hunted head— For the starved laborer,...bread : Power, at thy bounds, Stops and calls back bis baffled hounds." 318 EDITOR'S TABLE. THE POET AND THE PRIEST. AN aneedote is related of the celebrated...
Full view - About this book

The Southern and Western Literary Messenger and Review, Volume 13

1847 - 814 pages
...the hunted head, For the starved laborer toil arid bread — Power, at thy bounds, 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 thronging years in glory rise, And, as they...
Full view - About this book

The Biblical Repository and Classical Review

1847 - 782 pages
...the solemn ocean foams. There's freedom at thy gates, and rest For earth's down-trodden and ppprest ; A shelter for the hunted head, For the starved laborer, toil and breadPower, at thy bounds, Stops and calls back bis baffled hounds." •warn as with the thunder of...
Full view - About this book

The Biblical Repository and Classical Review, Volume 3

1847 - 776 pages
...the solemn ocean foams. There's freedom at thy gates, and rest For earth's down-trodden and opprest ; A shelter for the hunted head, For the starved laborer, toil and breadPower, at thy bounds, Stops and calls back his baffled hounds." warn as with the thunder of the...
Full view - About this book

The Presbyterian Magazine, Volume 9, Issue 12

Cortlandt Van Rensselaer - 1859 - 56 pages
...country a century ago. Who can foretell the future progress, resources, and greatness of America ? " Oh, fair young mother! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler...skies, The thronging years in glory rise, And, as they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet." The century's call is to GOD, above all and beyond all....
Full view - About this book

Poems, Volume 2

William Cullen Bryant - 1855 - 310 pages
...the ocean-border foams. There's freedom at thy gates, and rest For Earth's down-trodden and opprest, A shelter for the hunted head, For the starved laborer...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,...
Full view - About this book

The Poets and Poetry of America

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 pages
...for the hunted head, For the starved labourer toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops and culls m to be sure." Said MARY, » but I want a euro." What...impuesion'd meol— And trust me, from so sweet a dwelling, fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten, and...
Full view - About this book




  1. My library
  2. Help
  3. Advanced Book Search
  4. Download EPUB
  5. Download PDF