American Poems, 1776-1900: With Notes and BiographiesAmerican Book Company, 1905 - 368 páginas |
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... Mother England . The Mother who died Too 294 295 JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY The Old Man and Jim Ike Walton's CONTENTS 13.
... Mother England . The Mother who died Too 294 295 JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY The Old Man and Jim Ike Walton's CONTENTS 13.
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... mother to Georgia , where he studied law and entered politics . He served several terms as a member of Congress from his adopted state . After traveling abroad for several years , he settled in New Orleans and devoted the remainder of ...
... mother to Georgia , where he studied law and entered politics . He served several terms as a member of Congress from his adopted state . After traveling abroad for several years , he settled in New Orleans and devoted the remainder of ...
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... mother to soothe and beguile ! Let others delight mid new pleasures to roam , But give me , oh , give me , the pleasures of home ! Home Home ! sweet , sweet Home ! There's no place like Home ! there's no place like Home ! 15 To thee I ...
... mother to soothe and beguile ! Let others delight mid new pleasures to roam , But give me , oh , give me , the pleasures of home ! Home Home ! sweet , sweet Home ! There's no place like Home ! there's no place like Home ! 15 To thee I ...
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... mother's , when she feels , For the first time , her first - born's breath ; Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke , And crowded cities wail its stroke ; Come in consumption's ghastly form , The earthquake ...
... mother's , when she feels , For the first time , her first - born's breath ; Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke , And crowded cities wail its stroke ; Come in consumption's ghastly form , The earthquake ...
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... mother of thy boys , Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak , The memory of her buried joys , And even she who gave thee birth , Will , by their pilgrim - circled hearth , Talk of thy doom without a sigh ...
... mother of thy boys , Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak , The memory of her buried joys , And even she who gave thee birth , Will , by their pilgrim - circled hearth , Talk of thy doom without a sigh ...
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American Poems, 1776-1900: With Notes and Biographies Augustus White Long Visualização completa - 1905 |
American Poems, 1776-1900: With Notes and Biographies Augustus White Long Visualização completa - 1905 |
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Página 196 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Página 58 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Página 196 - As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal. Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel — Since God is marching on.
Página 58 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 58 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Página 187 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, 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.
Página 158 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / 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. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Página 100 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe...
Página 164 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Página 147 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend! " I shrieked, upstarting. " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!