The Poets of America, Том 2John Keese S. Colman, 1842 - 326 страници |
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... Passing the Grave of my Sister. Ode Osceola The Child Playing with a Watch JOHN PIER LUCY HO FRANCES S. Os The Beleaguered City HENRY W. LONGFE Felicia Hemans Invitation Monadnock A Death - Bed • A Spring - Day Walk Chansonette On an Old ...
... Passing the Grave of my Sister. Ode Osceola The Child Playing with a Watch JOHN PIER LUCY HO FRANCES S. Os The Beleaguered City HENRY W. LONGFE Felicia Hemans Invitation Monadnock A Death - Bed • A Spring - Day Walk Chansonette On an Old ...
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John Keese. CONTENTS . Lines on Passing the Grave of my Sister · CONTENTS . • • FALL OF BABYLON . BY LORENZO. Brother , come Home Spring in New England The Falls of Niagara Scene from Hadad The Last Reader 6 CATHARINE H. WATERMAN 154 ...
John Keese. CONTENTS . Lines on Passing the Grave of my Sister · CONTENTS . • • FALL OF BABYLON . BY LORENZO. Brother , come Home Spring in New England The Falls of Niagara Scene from Hadad The Last Reader 6 CATHARINE H. WATERMAN 154 ...
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... passing bell , And started at the coffin's cry , as clods upon it fell . These mossy tombs I recollect , the same o'er which I pored , The same these rhymes and texts , with which my memory was stored ; These humble tokens , too , that ...
... passing bell , And started at the coffin's cry , as clods upon it fell . These mossy tombs I recollect , the same o'er which I pored , The same these rhymes and texts , with which my memory was stored ; These humble tokens , too , that ...
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... walk , When listening to my father's words or joining in the talk ; How passed like dreams those early hours , till down upon us burst The avalanche of grief , and laid our pleasures in the dust ! By which the tie of sire and son in ...
... walk , When listening to my father's words or joining in the talk ; How passed like dreams those early hours , till down upon us burst The avalanche of grief , and laid our pleasures in the dust ! By which the tie of sire and son in ...
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... passed the blossoms by , And gazed on me with kindly look ; Left flaunting flowers and open sky , And wooed me by the shady brook . And like the brook his voice was low : So soft , so sad the words he spoke , That with the stream they ...
... passed the blossoms by , And gazed on me with kindly look ; Left flaunting flowers and open sky , And wooed me by the shady brook . And like the brook his voice was low : So soft , so sad the words he spoke , That with the stream they ...
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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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