The Poets and Poetry of AmericaCarey and Hart, 1843 - 476 páginas One of the most important American poetry anthologies of the nineteenth century, including the works of nearly every major and minor poet of the day, selected by Edgar Allan Poe's future literary executor, and rarely encountered in the correct first printing. Poets included are Longfellow, Lowell, Whittier, Holmes, Bryant, Emerson, Jones Very, William Gilmore Simms, Christopher P. Cranch, Richard Henry Dana, and an impressive selection of female poets now mostly forgotten: Sigourney, Gould, Brooks, Mrs. Seba Smith, Hall, Embury, Ellett, Dinnies, Welby, Hooper, Davidson. |
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... CASTINE came to Canada in 1644. Leav ing his civilized companions , he plunged into the great wilderness , and settled among the Penobscot Indians , near the mouth of their noble river . He here took for his wives the daughters of the ...
... CASTINE came to Canada in 1644. Leav ing his civilized companions , he plunged into the great wilderness , and settled among the Penobscot Indians , near the mouth of their noble river . He here took for his wives the daughters of the ...
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... CASTINE ? * Three backward steps the Jesuit takes- His long , thin frame as ague shakes Hate , fearful hate , is in his eye , As from his lips these words of fear Fall hoarsely on the maiden's ear- " The soul that sinneth shall surely ...
... CASTINE ? * Three backward steps the Jesuit takes- His long , thin frame as ague shakes Hate , fearful hate , is in his eye , As from his lips these words of fear Fall hoarsely on the maiden's ear- " The soul that sinneth shall surely ...
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... CASTINE , And where the braves of Sawga's queen ? " " Let my father find the winter snow Which the sun drank up long moons ago ! Under the falls of Tacconock , The wolves are eating the Norridgewock ; CASTINE with his wives lies closely ...
... CASTINE , And where the braves of Sawga's queen ? " " Let my father find the winter snow Which the sun drank up long moons ago ! Under the falls of Tacconock , The wolves are eating the Norridgewock ; CASTINE with his wives lies closely ...
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... CASTINE . No purpose now of strife and blood Urges the hoary veteran on : The fire of conquest , and the mood Of chivalry have gone . A mournful task is his - to lay Within the earth the bones of those Who perish'd in that fearful day ...
... CASTINE . No purpose now of strife and blood Urges the hoary veteran on : The fire of conquest , and the mood Of chivalry have gone . A mournful task is his - to lay Within the earth the bones of those Who perish'd in that fearful day ...
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art thou beam beauty beneath bird blue born bosom breast breath breeze bright brow CASTINE charm cheek clouds cold Connecticut dark dead death deep dost dream earth fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle gleam glory glow grave green hand Harvard College hath hear heart heaven hills holy hope hour land leaves life's light lips living lone look look'd lyre morning mountain Nashaway neath never night Norridgewock o'er pale pass'd poems prayer rapture rills rock ROSALINE round sachem scene seem'd seraph shade shadows shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring sprite stars storm stream summer sunny sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought tree vex'd voice wake wandering waters wave ween wild wind wings woods Yale College young youth ZOPHIEL
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Página 475 - through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming' And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ; О ! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ? On the
Página 176 - Strike—till the last arm'd foe expires ; Strike—for your altars and your fires ; Strike—for the green graves of your sires ; God—and your native land !" They fought—like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain ; They conquer'd—but Bozzahis fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades
Página 176 - And thou art terrible—the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier; And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony, are thine. But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word ; And in its hollow tones are
Página 238 - and sky, Dear, tell them, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then beauty is its own excuse for being. Why, thou wert there, 0, rival of the rose ! I never thought to ask, I never knew, But in my simple ignorance suppose
Página 127 - groves were God's first temples. Ere man learn'd To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them,—ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The Bound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And
Página 441 - How dear to this heart are the scones of my childhood ! When fond recollection presents them to view; The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wild wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew ; The wide-spreading pond, and the mill which stood by it, The
Página 176 - with the storied brave Greece nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee—there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume, Like torn branch from death's leafless tree, In sorrow's pomp and pageantry, The heartless luxury of
Página 238 - humble-bee ! fine humble-bee ! Where thou art is clime for me, Let them sail for Porto Rique, Far-off heats through seas to seek,— I will follow thee alone, Thou animated torrid zone ! Zig-zag steercr, desert cheerer, Let me chase thy waving lines, Keep me nearer, me thy hearer, Singing over shrubs and vines. Flower-bells, Honey'd cells,—
Página 298 - 0, weary hearts ! 0, slumbering eyes ! O, drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again ! No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto its own. Responds—as if, with unseen wings, A breath from heaven had touch'd its string
Página 238 - Telling of countless sunny hours, Long days, and solid banks of flowers, Of gulfs of sweetness without bound In Indian wildernesses found, Of Syrian peace, immortal leisure. Firmest cheer, and bird-like pleasure. Aught unsavoury or unclean Hath my insect never seen, But violets, and bilberry bells, Maple sap, and daffodels. Clover,