American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... Death . WASHINGTON ALLSTON- Rosalie JOHN PIERPONT- For the Charlestown Centennial Celebration The Exile at Rest WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT- To a Waterfowl The Prairies . PAGE 3 4 5 6 7 8 ΙΟ II PAGE WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT - continued ...
... Death . WASHINGTON ALLSTON- Rosalie JOHN PIERPONT- For the Charlestown Centennial Celebration The Exile at Rest WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT- To a Waterfowl The Prairies . PAGE 3 4 5 6 7 8 ΙΟ II PAGE WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT - continued ...
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... Only a Year 229 WILLIAM JEWETT PABODIE— On the Death of a Friend 231 EPES SARGENT- A Calm 232 FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD- The Soul's Lament for Home 232 Biança 233 ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH- To the Saviour Faith Love The Lake CONTENTS . xi.
... Only a Year 229 WILLIAM JEWETT PABODIE— On the Death of a Friend 231 EPES SARGENT- A Calm 232 FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD- The Soul's Lament for Home 232 Biança 233 ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH- To the Saviour Faith Love The Lake CONTENTS . xi.
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... Death of a Friend's Child 352 A Parable 354 To 356 Bibliolatres 357 To A. C. L. 358 Sonnet 358 The Street 359 Sonnet 359 MARIA LOWELL- The Morning - Glory . 360 ALICE CAREY- Palestine Old Stories To Lucy PHOEBE CAREY- PAGE CONTENTS . xiii.
... Death of a Friend's Child 352 A Parable 354 To 356 Bibliolatres 357 To A. C. L. 358 Sonnet 358 The Street 359 Sonnet 359 MARIA LOWELL- The Morning - Glory . 360 ALICE CAREY- Palestine Old Stories To Lucy PHOEBE CAREY- PAGE CONTENTS . xiii.
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... Death Scene . 366 THOMAS BUCHANAN READ- The Closing Scene 367 Bertha 369 Aurelia 369 A Glimpse of Love 370 The Deserted Farm 371 Balboa 372 Fragments from the Realm of Dreams 374 The Way 378 GEORGE HENRY BOKER— A Ballad of Sir John ...
... Death Scene . 366 THOMAS BUCHANAN READ- The Closing Scene 367 Bertha 369 Aurelia 369 A Glimpse of Love 370 The Deserted Farm 371 Balboa 372 Fragments from the Realm of Dreams 374 The Way 378 GEORGE HENRY BOKER— A Ballad of Sir John ...
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... Death of my Mother · 888 489 490 ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH- Despondency . Charity , in despair of Justice . 492 492 EMILY JUDSON- My Bird 493 SARAH J. CLARKE— Illumination for the Triumph of our Arms in Mexico 494 PAUL H. HAYNE- Sonnet 496 ...
... Death of my Mother · 888 489 490 ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH- Despondency . Charity , in despair of Justice . 492 492 EMILY JUDSON- My Bird 493 SARAH J. CLARKE— Illumination for the Triumph of our Arms in Mexico 494 PAUL H. HAYNE- Sonnet 496 ...
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Página 204 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
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Página 226 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
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Página 223 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
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