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Selections From American Poetry: With Special Reference to Poe, Longfellow ...
Margaret Sprague Carhart
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Angel Annabel Lee band of brothers beauty bells beneath bird blue bob-o'-link brave breath bright chamber door chee cloud dark dead death deep dream earth eyes fair fairy fear fell FITZ-GREENE HALLECK flake flowers gleam glory golden green hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE King Robert land laugh leaves Lenore light live Longfellow look loud midnight mighty Minnesinger never Nevermore night o'er old oaken bucket Paul Revere Pioneers poem poet poetry prayer Quoth the Raven rhyme river round sail Samuel Sewall Sandalphon shade shadow shalt shore silent sing Sir Launfal smile snow song sorrow soul sound Spink spirit spring star-spangled banner stars stood stream sweet tear thee thet thine things thou art thought throne Titmouse trees village voice wave wild wind wings wood word
Página 102 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute...
Página 129 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise : He needs must think of her once more How in the grave she lies, And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Página 35 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 319 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain ! dear father ! This arm beneath your head ! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Página 101 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Página 106 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Página 109 - I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea: But we loved with a love that was more than love — I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the...
Página 105 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore !