The Poets of America, Том 2John Keese S. Colman, 1842 - 326 страници |
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... Lost Hunter The Lost at Sea What is Solitude Look on this Picture MARGARET M. DAVIDSON 220 MARY E. LEE 224 FITZ - GREENE HALLECK 227 ALFRED B. STREET 231 J. OTIS ROCKWELL 237 CHARLES F. HOFFMAN 239 CHARLES SPRAGUE 241 10 Stanzas The ...
... Lost Hunter The Lost at Sea What is Solitude Look on this Picture MARGARET M. DAVIDSON 220 MARY E. LEE 224 FITZ - GREENE HALLECK 227 ALFRED B. STREET 231 J. OTIS ROCKWELL 237 CHARLES F. HOFFMAN 239 CHARLES SPRAGUE 241 10 Stanzas The ...
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... lost , thy pleasures flown , And age proclaims , " " Tis time to go . " To willows sad and weeping yews With us awhile , old man , repair ; Nor to the vault thy steps refuse , Thy constant home must soon be there . To summer suns and ...
... lost , thy pleasures flown , And age proclaims , " " Tis time to go . " To willows sad and weeping yews With us awhile , old man , repair ; Nor to the vault thy steps refuse , Thy constant home must soon be there . To summer suns and ...
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... lost- And darkness clouds the soul again . Then seek no more for bliss below , Where real bliss can ne'er be found ; Aspire where sweeter blossoms blow And fairer flowers bedeck the ground ; Where plants of life the plains invest , And ...
... lost- And darkness clouds the soul again . Then seek no more for bliss below , Where real bliss can ne'er be found ; Aspire where sweeter blossoms blow And fairer flowers bedeck the ground ; Where plants of life the plains invest , And ...
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... Shall burst upon me wondrously ; O may I then awake for ever My heart to rapture's high endeavour , And as from earth's vain scene I sever , Be lost in Immortality ! THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH . BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW . UNDER.
... Shall burst upon me wondrously ; O may I then awake for ever My heart to rapture's high endeavour , And as from earth's vain scene I sever , Be lost in Immortality ! THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH . BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW . UNDER.
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... lost Amidst the bitter brine ? Or shall they rise Upheaved in broken cliffs and airy peaks , Haunts of the eagle and the snake , and thou Gush midway from the bare and barren steep ? MARIUS SEATED ON THE RUINS OF CARTHAGE . BY MRS.
... lost Amidst the bitter brine ? Or shall they rise Upheaved in broken cliffs and airy peaks , Haunts of the eagle and the snake , and thou Gush midway from the bare and barren steep ? MARIUS SEATED ON THE RUINS OF CARTHAGE . BY MRS.
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ALBERT PIKE autumn beams beautiful beneath beneath the sky bird bless blest bloom bosom breast breath bright brow CARLOS WILCOX CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN chimes clouds dark deep dost doth dream e temple earth eternal FELICIA HEMANS flowers FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD gaze gentle GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE glorious glory grave green hath hear heart heaven hills holy hour leaves life's light lingers lone look melody morning mountain mournful murmur Nature's neath night at sea NORTH BURIAL GROUND o'er pale passed rest roar roll round SCENE FROM HADAD shade shadows shine shore sing skies sleep slumbers smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit spring stars stream summer sunbeams sweet swelling tears thee thine Thou art thoughts throng tree trembling twilight URSA MAJOR vale voice Washington Allston waves weary wild winds wings woods youthful
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Страница 192 - The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee, the fir tree, the pine tree and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary; and 1 will make the place of my feet
Страница 179 - in this crowded air; I sometimes dream Angelic rays from thy pinions stream. Come then, ever, when daylight leaves The page I read, to my humble eaves, And wash thy breast in the hollow spout, And murmur thy low sweet music out! I hear and see Lessons of Heaven, sweet bird, in thee!
Страница 60 - have quenched Your ancient flames, and bid eternal night Rest on your spheres; and yet no tidings reach This distant planet. Messengers still come Laden with your far fire, and we may seem To see your lights still burning; while their blaze But hides the black wreck of extinguished realms, Where anarchy and darkness long have reigned.
Страница 181 - I gaze above—thy look is imaged there, I listen—and thy gentle tone Is on the air. Oh come, while here I press My brow upon thy grave—and, in those mild And thrilling tones of tenderness, Bless, bless thy child! Yes, bless thy weeping child, And o'er thine urn—religion's holiest shrine— Oh give his spirit
Страница 95 - HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. I have read, in some old marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead. White as a sea-fog, landward bound, The spectral camp was seen, And, with a sorrowful, deep sound,
Страница 112 - of life shall sever. Remnant of days departed long, Emblem of plighted troth unbroken, Pledge of devoted faithfulness, Of heartfelt, holy love, the token— What varied feelings round it cling! For these, I like that ancient ring. THE MOON UPON THE SPIRE BY HANNAH F. GOULD. The full-orbed moon
Страница 242 - How great are his signs, and how mighty are his wonders; His kingdom is an everlasting kingdom, and his dominion is from generation to generation."—Daniel.
Страница 47 - Yes, dear one, to the envied train Of those around thy homage pay; But wilt thou never kindly deign To think of him that's far away ? Thy form, thine eye, thine angel smile, For many years I may not see; But wilt thou not sometimes the while, My sister dear, remember me
Страница 233 - tis but the streak Of whirling snow;—the tempest's shriek— No human aid is near; Never again that form will meet Thy clasped embrace—those accents sweet Speak music to thine ear. Morn broke ;—away the clouds were chased, The sky was pure and bright, And on its blue, the branches traced
Страница 255 - Caught'st thou thy carol from Ottawa maid, Where, through the liquid fields of wild-rice plashing, Brushing the ears from off the burdened blade, Her birch canoe o'er some lone lake is flashing! Or did the reeds of some savannah south Detain thee, while thy northern flight pursuing, To place those melodies in thy sweet mouth,
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