Poems of Places: AmericaHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1879 |
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... rising morn : In these cool summits basking in the sky Like shining clouds , O river ! thou art born ; And frost is busy in the dell From which thy feeble waters well . But let me roll away this winter dress , And hush the madness of ...
... rising morn : In these cool summits basking in the sky Like shining clouds , O river ! thou art born ; And frost is busy in the dell From which thy feeble waters well . But let me roll away this winter dress , And hush the madness of ...
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... rise to greet the gale , And thither , to some grassy cove , The sturdy water - birds will rove . Through fruitful valleys next thou wilt resound ; There all about thee fair plantations sleep , Pent in by sober forests all around ...
... rise to greet the gale , And thither , to some grassy cove , The sturdy water - birds will rove . Through fruitful valleys next thou wilt resound ; There all about thee fair plantations sleep , Pent in by sober forests all around ...
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... rise ! Though naught but that last trump of all Could ope their heavy eyes . And then once more with banners gay , Stretched out the long Brigade . Trimly upon the furrowed field The troops stood on parade , And bravely mid the ranks ...
... rise ! Though naught but that last trump of all Could ope their heavy eyes . And then once more with banners gay , Stretched out the long Brigade . Trimly upon the furrowed field The troops stood on parade , And bravely mid the ranks ...
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... rise appalling ; While sinking cannon rung their own loud knell . Then cried the traitor , from his sulphurous cell , " Do you surrender ? " Oh , those words were galling ! How spake our captain to his comrades then ? It was a shout ...
... rise appalling ; While sinking cannon rung their own loud knell . Then cried the traitor , from his sulphurous cell , " Do you surrender ? " Oh , those words were galling ! How spake our captain to his comrades then ? It was a shout ...
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... rise to harm them- 66 These Virginians ! who believed not , nor would heed the warning mouth . " Says Old Brown , Ossawattomie Brown , The world shall see a Republic , or my name is not John Brown . " ' T was the sixteenth of October ...
... rise to harm them- 66 These Virginians ! who believed not , nor would heed the warning mouth . " Says Old Brown , Ossawattomie Brown , The world shall see a Republic , or my name is not John Brown . " ' T was the sixteenth of October ...
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Poems of Places: America, Southern States (Classic Reprint) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
Términos y frases comunes
banner battle beauty beneath birds blossoms blow blue brave breath breeze bright brow Cape Hatteras cloud dark dead death deep Dismal Swamp dream earth Elizabeth Akers Allen Ethel Lynn Beers eyes fair fall fire flag flame floating flowers forest Fredericksburg Furl gleam glow golden grave gray hand hath heart heaven Henry Howard Brownell Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hill John Greenleaf Whittier land light lone looked Lord marsh marshes of Glynn Maryland morning mountain murmur nebber you fear never night o'er Old Brown Ossawattomie Brown Paul Hamilton Hayne Philip Freneau pines river roar round sail sand shade shadows shining ship shore silent sing skies sleep slumber smiles soft softly song soul sound star-spangled banner stars stood storm stream sweet tears thee thunder tide voice waters wave weary wild wind wonder woods
Pasajes populares
Página 70 - To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced: the old flag met his sight. "Halt!
Página 239 - Up from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
Página 31 - Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming; Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Página 253 - As the marsh-hen secretly builds on the watery sod, Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of God ; I will fly in the greatness of God as the marshhen flies In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies: By so many roots as the marsh-grass sends in the sod I will heartily lay me a-hold on the greatness of God...
Página 31 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Página 59 - BY the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep -are the ranks of the dead ; — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; — Under the one, the Blue ; Under the other, the Gray.
Página 168 - Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack ; his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep; For their mother — may Heaven defend her!
Página 71 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night.
Página 259 - ... music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen. Plaintive at first were the tones and sad : then soaring to madness Seemed they to follow or guide the revel of frenzied Bacchantes. Single notes were then heard, in sorrowful, low lamentation ; Till, having gathered them all, he flung them abroad in derision, As when, after a storm, a gust of wind through the tree-tops Shakes down the rattling rain in a crystal shower on the branches.
Página 61 - Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever, When they laurel the graves of our dead. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Love and tears for the Blue; Tears and love for the Gray.