American PoetryPercy Holmes Boynton, Howard Mumford Jones, George Sherburn, Frank Martindale Webster C. Scribner's sons, 1918 - 721 páginas |
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... voice to hear , or person to discry . Or as the pensive Dove doth all alone ( On withered bough ) most uncouthly be- moan 10 The absence of her Love , and loving Mate , Whose loss hath made her so unfortunate : Ev'n thus doe I , with ...
... voice to hear , or person to discry . Or as the pensive Dove doth all alone ( On withered bough ) most uncouthly be- moan 10 The absence of her Love , and loving Mate , Whose loss hath made her so unfortunate : Ev'n thus doe I , with ...
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... voice , whence changes sweetest notes arose , Your feet that kept the dance alone , I trow : Then vail your bonnets , Poetasters all , Strike , lower amain , and at these humbly fall , And deem your selves advanc'd to be her Pedestal ...
... voice , whence changes sweetest notes arose , Your feet that kept the dance alone , I trow : Then vail your bonnets , Poetasters all , Strike , lower amain , and at these humbly fall , And deem your selves advanc'd to be her Pedestal ...
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... voice , whence changes sweetest notes arose , Your feet that kept the dance alone , I trow : Then vail your bonnets , Poetasters all , Strike , lower amain , and at these humbly fall , And deem your selves advanc'd to be her Pedestal ...
... voice , whence changes sweetest notes arose , Your feet that kept the dance alone , I trow : Then vail your bonnets , Poetasters all , Strike , lower amain , and at these humbly fall , And deem your selves advanc'd to be her Pedestal ...
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... voice adjudging him to pain . Who having all both great and small , convinc'd and silenced , Did then proceed their Doom to read , and thus it uttered . Ye sinful wights , and cursed sprights , that work iniquity , Depart together from ...
... voice adjudging him to pain . Who having all both great and small , convinc'd and silenced , Did then proceed their Doom to read , and thus it uttered . Ye sinful wights , and cursed sprights , that work iniquity , Depart together from ...
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... Voice , Tho ' he complains while other Birds re- joice . These vernal Joys , all restless Thoughts controul , And gently soothing calm the troubled Soul . While such Delights my Senses enter- tain , 200 I scarce perceive that I have ...
... Voice , Tho ' he complains while other Birds re- joice . These vernal Joys , all restless Thoughts controul , And gently soothing calm the troubled Soul . While such Delights my Senses enter- tain , 200 I scarce perceive that I have ...
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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 |
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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 535 - 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 safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,...
Página 167 - Shalt thou retire alone — nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. 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 sepulchre.
Página 167 - 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 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 431 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!
Página 330 - 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 195 - May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its...
Página 254 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Página 235 - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling...