Harper's Cyclopædia of British and American PoetryEpes Sargent Harper & Brothers, 1881 - 958 страници |
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... Waves and Leaves ... ... Cato's Soliloquy on the Immortality of the Soul . 129 Jacob's Ladder .. 797 797 Ode : How are Thy Servants Blest ........ 129 Alford , Henry . Aiken , Berkeley . A Memory .... 692 Uncrowned Kings 552 Alison ...
... Waves and Leaves ... ... Cato's Soliloquy on the Immortality of the Soul . 129 Jacob's Ladder .. 797 797 Ode : How are Thy Servants Blest ........ 129 Alford , Henry . Aiken , Berkeley . A Memory .... 692 Uncrowned Kings 552 Alison ...
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... waves my mind can toss ; My state at one doth still remain : I fear no foe , I fawn no friend ; I loathe not life , nor dread my end . Some weigh their pleasure by their lust , Their wisdom by their rage of will ; Their treasure is ...
... waves my mind can toss ; My state at one doth still remain : I fear no foe , I fawn no friend ; I loathe not life , nor dread my end . Some weigh their pleasure by their lust , Their wisdom by their rage of will ; Their treasure is ...
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... waves make toward the pebbled shore , So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before , In sequent toil all forwards do contend . Nativity once in the main of light , Crawls to maturity ...
... waves make toward the pebbled shore , So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before , In sequent toil all forwards do contend . Nativity once in the main of light , Crawls to maturity ...
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... waves , that weltering wont to be , Are stable like the land . So silent is the cessile ' air , That every cry and call , The hills and dales and forest fair , Again repeats them all . * * The sun , most like a speedy post , With ardent ...
... waves , that weltering wont to be , Are stable like the land . So silent is the cessile ' air , That every cry and call , The hills and dales and forest fair , Again repeats them all . * * The sun , most like a speedy post , With ardent ...
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... waves : And at this point we left them . SONG : PACK CLOUDS AWAY . Pack clouds away , and welcome day , With night we banish sorrow : Sweet air , blow soft , mount , lark , aloft , To give my love good - morrow . Wings from the wind to ...
... waves : And at this point we left them . SONG : PACK CLOUDS AWAY . Pack clouds away , and welcome day , With night we banish sorrow : Sweet air , blow soft , mount , lark , aloft , To give my love good - morrow . Wings from the wind to ...
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Страница 99 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Страница 413 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Страница 664 - art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Страница 664 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
Страница 183 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Страница 290 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Страница 310 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Страница 414 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Страница 653 - And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Страница 663 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak 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.