Specimens of American Poetry: With Critical and Biographical Notices. In Three Volumes, Volumen1

S.G. Goodrich and Company, 1829 - 417 páginas
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Página xxv - When I behold the heavens as in their prime, And then the earth, though old, still clad in green, The stones and trees insensible of time, Nor age nor wrinkle on their front are seen; If winter come, and greenness then do fade, A spring returns, and they more youthful made. But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.
Página 246 - Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, The queen of the world and the child of the skies...
Página 48 - A crime it is, therefore in bliss You may not hope to dwell But unto you I shall allow The easiest room in hell.
Página ii - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Página 173 - Where still, as opening sense her dictates wrote, Fair virtue put a seal, or vice a blot. The thought was happy, pertinent, and true; Methinks a genius might the plan pursue. I (can you pardon my presumption?) I — No wit, no genius, yet for once will try. Various the papers various wants produce, The wants of fashion, elegance, and use.
Página xxiii - I heard the merry grashopper then sing, The black clad Cricket, bear a second part, They kept one tune, and plaid on the same string, Seeming to glory in their little Art.
Página 194 - No man e'er felt the halter draw, With good opinion of the law...
Página 204 - With stomach stout to see it out, And make a bloody day, sir. The cannons roar from shore to shore, The small arms make a rattle ; Since wars began, I'm sure no man E'er saw so strange a battle. The rebel dales, the rebel vales, With rebel trees surrounded, The distant wood, the hills and floods, With rebel echoes sounded. The fish below swam to and fro, Attacked from every quarter ; " Why, sure," thought they, " the devil's to pay 'Mongst folks above the water.
Página xxvii - The dawning morn with songs thou dost prevent, Sets hundred notes unto thy feathered crew, So each one tunes his pretty instrument And, warbling out the old, begins anew; And thus they pass their youth in summer season, Then follow thee into a better Region, Where winter's never felt by that sweet airy legion.
Página 42 - No heart so bold, but now grows cold And almost dead with fear: No eye so dry, but now can cry, And pour out many a tear. Earth's potentates and pow'rful states, Captains and men of might Are quite abasht, their courage dasht At this most dreadful sight.

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