American PoetryC. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - 721 páginas |
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... trees all richly clad , yet void of pride , Where gilded o're by his rich golden head . Their leaves & fruits seem'd ... Tree , The more I look'd , the more I grew amaz'd , And softly said , what glory's like to thee ? Soul of this world ...
... trees all richly clad , yet void of pride , Where gilded o're by his rich golden head . Their leaves & fruits seem'd ... Tree , The more I look'd , the more I grew amaz'd , And softly said , what glory's like to thee ? Soul of this world ...
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... trees , insensible of time , Nor age nor wrinkle on their front are seen ; If winter come , and greeness then do fade , A Spring returns , and they more youth- full made ; But Man grows old , lies down , remains where once he's laid ...
... trees , insensible of time , Nor age nor wrinkle on their front are seen ; If winter come , and greeness then do fade , A Spring returns , and they more youth- full made ; But Man grows old , lies down , remains where once he's laid ...
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... Trees are crown'd . In this soft Season , ' ere the Dawn of Day , I mount my Horse , and lonely take my Way , From woody Hills that shade Patapsco's Head ( In whose deep Vales he makes his stony Bed , From whence he rushes with ...
... Trees are crown'd . In this soft Season , ' ere the Dawn of Day , I mount my Horse , and lonely take my Way , From woody Hills that shade Patapsco's Head ( In whose deep Vales he makes his stony Bed , From whence he rushes with ...
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... Trees erect their Heads ; High in the Air each spiry Summit waves , Whose Blooms thick - springing yield no Space for Leaves ; 69 Evolving Odours fill the ambient Air , The Birds delighted to the Groves repair : On ev'ry Tree behold a ...
... Trees erect their Heads ; High in the Air each spiry Summit waves , Whose Blooms thick - springing yield no Space for Leaves ; 69 Evolving Odours fill the ambient Air , The Birds delighted to the Groves repair : On ev'ry Tree behold a ...
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... Trees , and beat the Ground In Fragments flie the shatter'd Limbs around ; Tremble the Underwoods , the Vales re- sound . Follows , with patt'ring Noise the icy Hail , And Rain , fast falling , floods the lowly Vale . Again the Thunders ...
... Trees , and beat the Ground In Fragments flie the shatter'd Limbs around ; Tremble the Underwoods , the Vales re- sound . Follows , with patt'ring Noise the icy Hail , And Rain , fast falling , floods the lowly Vale . Again the Thunders ...
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American Poetry Percy Holmes Boynton,Howard Mumford Jones,George Sherburn,Frank Martindale Webster Vista completa - 1918 |
American Poetry Percy Holmes Boynton,Howard Mumford Jones,George Sherburn,Frank Martindale Webster Vista completa - 1918 |
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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...