American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... hope was given , And all once more was bright with faith , ' Twixt heart , and earth , and Heaven . Он pure TO THE URSULINES . and gentle ones , within your ark Securely rest ! Blue be the sky above - your quiet bark By soft winds blest ...
... hope was given , And all once more was bright with faith , ' Twixt heart , and earth , and Heaven . Он pure TO THE URSULINES . and gentle ones , within your ark Securely rest ! Blue be the sky above - your quiet bark By soft winds blest ...
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... hope of bliss With hers we love ; Unmindful of the serpent's hiss In Eden's grove . Beauty- the fading rainbow's pride , Youth ' twas the charm of her who died At dawn , and by her coffin's side A grandsire stands , Age - strengthened ...
... hope of bliss With hers we love ; Unmindful of the serpent's hiss In Eden's grove . Beauty- the fading rainbow's pride , Youth ' twas the charm of her who died At dawn , and by her coffin's side A grandsire stands , Age - strengthened ...
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... hope thou wilt not banish thence These few and fading flowers of mine , But let their theme be their defence , The love , the joy , the frankincense , And fragrance o ' Lang Syne . JAMES GATES PERCIVAL [ Born in 1795 , died towards ...
... hope thou wilt not banish thence These few and fading flowers of mine , But let their theme be their defence , The love , the joy , the frankincense , And fragrance o ' Lang Syne . JAMES GATES PERCIVAL [ Born in 1795 , died towards ...
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... hope , Strains every sense to larger scope , Impatient to anticipate The halting steps of aged Fate . Slow grows the palm , too slow the pearl : When Nature falters , fain would zeal Grasp the felloes of her wheel , And grasping give ...
... hope , Strains every sense to larger scope , Impatient to anticipate The halting steps of aged Fate . Slow grows the palm , too slow the pearl : When Nature falters , fain would zeal Grasp the felloes of her wheel , And grasping give ...
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... hope and joy Into rude and homely nooks , Shed mocking lustres on shelf of books , On farmer's byre , on meadow - pipes , Or on a pool of dancing chips . I care not if the pomps you show Be what they soothfast appear , Or if yon realms ...
... hope and joy Into rude and homely nooks , Shed mocking lustres on shelf of books , On farmer's byre , on meadow - pipes , Or on a pool of dancing chips . I care not if the pomps you show Be what they soothfast appear , Or if yon realms ...
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Abraham Davenport amid angels Annabel Lee Auber Azteque beauty bells beneath bird bloom Born breath bright child clouds cold Dæmon dark dead death deep door dream earth eternal evermore eyes face fair fear feet flow flowers gentle gleam glow gold gone grave green grey hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills Israfel lake land leaves Leaves of Grass light living lonely look Lord Martha Mason MEXITLIS moon morning mountain murmuring never night o'er passed pine Pleiads poems Quoth the Raven Ramoth red levin rill river round Saadi seemed shade shadows shalt shining shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow song soul sound Spring stars stream strong summer sweet tell thine thou thought of thee tree voice walked Walt Whitman wandered waters wave weary wild wind wings wood
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Página 10 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
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.
Página 281 - THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
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.
Página 15 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulcher.
Página 203 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
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.
Página 16 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 323 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Página 216 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...