A Library of American Literature from the Earliest Settlement to the Present Time: Literature of the republic, pt. 3, 1835-1860Edmund Clarence Stedman, Ellen Mackay Hutchinson, Mrs. Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz W. E. Benjamin, 1894 |
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... Night From " Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking To the Man - of - War Bird Ethiopia Saluting the Colors O Captain ! My Captain ! Old Ireland Behold a Woman ! Spirit that Formed this Scene O Vast Rondure Whispers of Heavenly Joy ...
... Night From " Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking To the Man - of - War Bird Ethiopia Saluting the Colors O Captain ! My Captain ! Old Ireland Behold a Woman ! Spirit that Formed this Scene O Vast Rondure Whispers of Heavenly Joy ...
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... night was closing dim , When brave Miles Standish took the bowl , and filled it to the brim ; The little Captain stood and stirred the posset with his sword , And all his sturdy men - at - arms were ranged about the board . He poured ...
... night was closing dim , When brave Miles Standish took the bowl , and filled it to the brim ; The little Captain stood and stirred the posset with his sword , And all his sturdy men - at - arms were ranged about the board . He poured ...
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... night at Bunker's Hill ! I tell you , there was generous warmth in good old English cheer ; I tell you , ' twas a pleasant thought to bring its symbol here ; ' Tis but the fool that loves excess ; hast thou a drunken soul ? Thy bane is ...
... night at Bunker's Hill ! I tell you , there was generous warmth in good old English cheer ; I tell you , ' twas a pleasant thought to bring its symbol here ; ' Tis but the fool that loves excess ; hast thou a drunken soul ? Thy bane is ...
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... night with a curious tendency to say the same thing twice and even three times over , it had always been in very cold weather , and everybody knows that no one is safe to drink a couple of glasses of wine in a warm room and go suddenly ...
... night with a curious tendency to say the same thing twice and even three times over , it had always been in very cold weather , and everybody knows that no one is safe to drink a couple of glasses of wine in a warm room and go suddenly ...
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... night of domestic manufacture ; -and in the midst of all these labors , Mrs. Sprowle and Miss Matilda were moving about , directing and helping as they best might , all day long . When the even- ing came , it might be feared they would ...
... night of domestic manufacture ; -and in the midst of all these labors , Mrs. Sprowle and Miss Matilda were moving about , directing and helping as they best might , all day long . When the even- ing came , it might be feared they would ...
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Página 3 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down! -£^- Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar;— The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more! Her deck, once red with heroes...
Página 29 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Página 510 - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Página 490 - His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
Página 434 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Página 548 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground * Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
Página 502 - A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Página 503 - What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death...
Página 415 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Página 503 - I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.