American PoetryC. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - 721 páginas |
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... poets , and this fulness limited the number of units to twenty - nine , twenty - five poets and four time - groups : songs , epigrams and elegies of the seventeenth century , almanac verse of the eighteenth , and the lyrics of the ...
... poets , and this fulness limited the number of units to twenty - nine , twenty - five poets and four time - groups : songs , epigrams and elegies of the seventeenth century , almanac verse of the eighteenth , and the lyrics of the ...
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... Poet ... 191 Advice to the Villagers .. 121 Abraham Lincoln . 192 Columbia .... 123 Christmas in 1875 . 192 Love to the Church .... 124 A Lifetime . 193 JOEL BARLOW RALPH WALDO EMERSON From The Vision of Columbus .. 125 From the Poet ...
... Poet ... 191 Advice to the Villagers .. 121 Abraham Lincoln . 192 Columbia .... 123 Christmas in 1875 . 192 Love to the Church .... 124 A Lifetime . 193 JOEL BARLOW RALPH WALDO EMERSON From The Vision of Columbus .. 125 From the Poet ...
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... Poet hears Dread groans and hisses murmur in his ears ; 30 In every breeze a shaft malignant flies , Cerberean forms in every rival rise ; There yawning wide before his path ex- tends Th ' infernal gulph , where Critics are the fiends ...
... Poet hears Dread groans and hisses murmur in his ears ; 30 In every breeze a shaft malignant flies , Cerberean forms in every rival rise ; There yawning wide before his path ex- tends Th ' infernal gulph , where Critics are the fiends ...
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... poet ever saw ; Who writ , beneath some Great Man's ceiling placed ; Travelled no lands , nor roved the watery waste . To seize some features from the faith- less past ; Be this our care before the century close ; The colours strong ...
... poet ever saw ; Who writ , beneath some Great Man's ceiling placed ; Travelled no lands , nor roved the watery waste . To seize some features from the faith- less past ; Be this our care before the century close ; The colours strong ...
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... poet's lays , A brighter glory waits a muse like thine . Let amorous fools in love - sick meas- ure pine ; Let Strangford whimper on , in fancied pain , And leave to Moore his rose leaves and his vine ; Be thine the task a higher crown ...
... poet's lays , A brighter glory waits a muse like thine . Let amorous fools in love - sick meas- ure pine ; Let Strangford whimper on , in fancied pain , And leave to Moore his rose leaves and his vine ; Be thine the task a higher crown ...
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American Poetry Percy Holmes Boynton,Howard Mumford Jones,George Sherburn,Frank Martindale Webster Visualização completa - 1918 |
American Poetry Percy Holmes Boynton,Howard Mumford Jones,George Sherburn,Frank Martindale Webster Visualização completa - 1918 |
American Poetry Percy Holmes Boynton,Howard Mumford Jones,George Sherburn,Frank Martindale Webster Visualização completa - 1918 |
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Página 365 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment and not sorrow. Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today. Art is long, and time is fleeting. And our hearts, though stout and brave. Still, like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Página 431 - 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 234 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Página 535 - O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up— for you the flag is flung— for you the bugle trills, 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. 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 anchor'd...
Página 267 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Página 169 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Página 265 - It shivered the window, pane and sash; It rent the banner with seam and gash. Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf. She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will. ' Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Página 400 - It was two by the village clock When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown.
Página 478 - I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
Página 529 - When I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.