American PoetryC. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - 721 páginas |
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... Live - Oak Growing . 512 423 I Hear It Was Charged Against Me . 513 424 Me Imperturbe .. 513 425 I Hear America Singing . 513 425 With Antecedents .. 514 From " Poetry 425 Myself and Mine .. 515 " Qui Vive ? " 426 Drum - Taps .... 516 ...
... Live - Oak Growing . 512 423 I Hear It Was Charged Against Me . 513 424 Me Imperturbe .. 513 425 I Hear America Singing . 513 425 With Antecedents .. 514 From " Poetry 425 Myself and Mine .. 515 " Qui Vive ? " 426 Drum - Taps .... 516 ...
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... live , in love lets so per- sever , That when we live no more , we may live ever . A Letter to her Husband , absent upon Publick employment My head , my heart , mine Eyes , my life , nay more , My joy , my Magazine of earthly store , If ...
... live , in love lets so per- sever , That when we live no more , we may live ever . A Letter to her Husband , absent upon Publick employment My head , my heart , mine Eyes , my life , nay more , My joy , my Magazine of earthly store , If ...
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... live a life of joys that never ends . Love God , and fear him to end of your days : Live unto him , but die to sin always . In heavenly place of bliss my soul doth rest , A mong the saints and angels I am blest ; Much better here , than ...
... live a life of joys that never ends . Love God , and fear him to end of your days : Live unto him , but die to sin always . In heavenly place of bliss my soul doth rest , A mong the saints and angels I am blest ; Much better here , than ...
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... live , who had , and saw their worth ; And did them honour , both in life and death . To him New - England trust in this distress , Who will not leave his exiles comfortless . 1652 . THRENODIA ON SAMUEL STONE A Threnodia upon our ...
... live , who had , and saw their worth ; And did them honour , both in life and death . To him New - England trust in this distress , Who will not leave his exiles comfortless . 1652 . THRENODIA ON SAMUEL STONE A Threnodia upon our ...
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... , and not consume away . Dy fain they would , if dy they could , but death will not be had . God's direful wrath their bodies hath for ev'r Immortal made . 110 120 They live to ly in misery , and bear eternal 20 AMERICAN POETRY.
... , and not consume away . Dy fain they would , if dy they could , but death will not be had . God's direful wrath their bodies hath for ev'r Immortal made . 110 120 They live to ly in misery , and bear eternal 20 AMERICAN POETRY.
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Términos y frases comunes
ANNABEL LEE Anne Bradstreet arms Atlantic Monthly beauty bells beneath bird brave breast breath bright clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fame fate fear fight fire Fitz-Greene Halleck flame flowers forest freedom Freeman's Journal friends glory grace Graham's Magazine grave green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha hills JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE King land laugh leaves light live look Lord maize mighty Mondamin moon morning mountain Muse never night Nokomis o'er Osawatomie peace Philip Freneau poem poet proud rise round sail shade shadow shine shore silent sing skies sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars stream strong sweet thee thet thine things thou thought throne toil trees verse voice W. D. Howells wave wild wind wings wonder woods words York Evening Post
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Página 234 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Página 233 - 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 401 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and...
Página 170 - 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 238 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we — Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Página 136 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes 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, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 367 - And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints,...
Página 367 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...
Página 382 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate. We know what master laid thy keel; What workmen wrought thy ribs of steel; Who made each mast and sail and rope ; What anvils rang, what hammers beat; In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope.
Página 537 - O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up— for you the flag is flung— for you the bugle trills, 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. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd...