The Poets and Poetry of AmericaParry and McMillan, 1855 - 622 páginas |
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... shore ; Th ' impatient river heeds his tides no more , Forsakes his banks , and where he joins the main , Heaps waves on waves to usher in your train . " But hark ! they come ! the dryads crowd the shore , The waters rise , I hear the ...
... shore ; Th ' impatient river heeds his tides no more , Forsakes his banks , and where he joins the main , Heaps waves on waves to usher in your train . " But hark ! they come ! the dryads crowd the shore , The waters rise , I hear the ...
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... shore . As every thing necessary for his comfort had been thoughtfully provided , he was easily reconciled to the voyage . the next Sunday , it was discovered that there was While making preparations for religious services , no hymn ...
... shore . As every thing necessary for his comfort had been thoughtfully provided , he was easily reconciled to the voyage . the next Sunday , it was discovered that there was While making preparations for religious services , no hymn ...
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... shore On whose black forests all the dead are cast : - Ye solemn train , prepare the funeral song , For I must go to shades below , Where all is strange and all is new ; Companion to the airy throng ! - What solitary streams , In dull ...
... shore On whose black forests all the dead are cast : - Ye solemn train , prepare the funeral song , For I must go to shades below , Where all is strange and all is new ; Companion to the airy throng ! - What solitary streams , In dull ...
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... shore without a name , In all thy pomp shall then majestic shine . As silver - headed Time's slow years decline , Not ruins only meet the inquiring eye ; Where round yon mouldering oak vain brambles [ twine , The filial stem , already ...
... shore without a name , In all thy pomp shall then majestic shine . As silver - headed Time's slow years decline , Not ruins only meet the inquiring eye ; Where round yon mouldering oak vain brambles [ twine , The filial stem , already ...
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... shores . On yon far strand behold that little train Ascending venturous o'er the unmeasured main ; No dangers fright ... shore to thy glory its tribute unfold , And the east and the south yield their spices and gold . As the day - spring ...
... shores . On yon far strand behold that little train Ascending venturous o'er the unmeasured main ; No dangers fright ... shore to thy glory its tribute unfold , And the east and the south yield their spices and gold . As the day - spring ...
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ANNABEL LEE art thou beam beauty beneath bird blue born bosom breast breath breeze bright brow charm clouds dark dead death deep dream earth evermore fair fear feel flowers forest friends gaze gentle gleam glorious glory glow grace grave green hand Harvard College hast hath hear heart heaven hills holy hour land leaves life's light lips living lonely look LOUIS LEGRAND lyre morning mountain muse N. P. WILLIS Nashaway ne'er never night o'er pale pass'd Phi Beta Kappa PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE poems poet rills Rio Bravo round scene seem'd shade shadows shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought throne tree voice wave wild wind wings woods Yale College youth
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Página 172 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom...
Página 476 - Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Página 171 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 182 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, That lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, A beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves ; The gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, With the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, But the cold November rain Calls not, from out the gloomy earth, The lovely ones again.
Página 362 - THE RAINY DAY. THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary.
Página 357 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts : The warrior's name would be a name abhorred ! And every nation that should lift again Its hand against a brother, on its forehead Would wear forevermore the curse of Cain!
Página 470 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Página 172 - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Página 173 - Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower, With scented breath, and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this wide universe.
Página 218 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.