The Poets and Poetry of AmericaJ. Miller, 1873 - 666 páginas |
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... Rest ...... Wordsworth .... The Mounds of America ... ..... PAGE 551 ........ 507 .... 508 ..... 551 ..... 552 ... 508 ... 554 The Battle - Field of Denonville .. ... 509 Greenwood Cemetery . ... 655 Menomenee Dirge .......... ..509 ...
... Rest ...... Wordsworth .... The Mounds of America ... ..... PAGE 551 ........ 507 .... 508 ..... 551 ..... 552 ... 508 ... 554 The Battle - Field of Denonville .. ... 509 Greenwood Cemetery . ... 655 Menomenee Dirge .......... ..509 ...
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... rest ! Stranger , their humble graves adorn ; You too may fall , and ask a tear ; " T is not the beauty of the morn That proves the evening shall be clear . They saw their injured country's wo- The flaming town , the wasted field , Then ...
... rest ! Stranger , their humble graves adorn ; You too may fall , and ask a tear ; " T is not the beauty of the morn That proves the evening shall be clear . They saw their injured country's wo- The flaming town , the wasted field , Then ...
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... rest , The dogs were a howling , the town was distrest . .... From this very day till the British came in , We lived , I may say , in the Desert of Sin ; ... We townsmen , like women , of Britons in dread , Mistrusted their meaning ...
... rest , The dogs were a howling , the town was distrest . .... From this very day till the British came in , We lived , I may say , in the Desert of Sin ; ... We townsmen , like women , of Britons in dread , Mistrusted their meaning ...
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... rest the sires of millions , sleeping round , The Argonauts , the golden fleece that found . Their names have been forgotten long ; The stone , but not a word , remains ; They cannot live in deathless song , Nor breathe in pious strains ...
... rest the sires of millions , sleeping round , The Argonauts , the golden fleece that found . Their names have been forgotten long ; The stone , but not a word , remains ; They cannot live in deathless song , Nor breathe in pious strains ...
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... rest I most my high pretence On that , my genial influence , Which made the body's indolence The vigour of the mind . " And now , in accents deep and low , Like voice of fondly - cherish'd wo , The Sylph of Autumn sad : " Though I may ...
... rest I most my high pretence On that , my genial influence , Which made the body's indolence The vigour of the mind . " And now , in accents deep and low , Like voice of fondly - cherish'd wo , The Sylph of Autumn sad : " Though I may ...
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Página 477 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Página 218 - They fought, like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered— but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Página 210 - The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down.
Página 172 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there. And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Página 300 - IN May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals fallen in the pool Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that, if eyes were made for seeing, Then beauty is its...
Página 477 - tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly — Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their condor wings Invisible Woe!
Página 478 - But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate, (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.
Página 210 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Ea'ch dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Página 82 - As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, — and St. Nicholas too. And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes...
Página 171 - No, they are all unchained again: The clouds Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath, The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye; Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase The sunny ridges.