American PoetryPercy Holmes Boynton, Howard Mumford Jones, George Sherburn, Frank Martindale Webster C. Scribner's sons, 1918 - 721 páginas |
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... wild beasts flee into the Sea , so soon as he draws near . 120 Whose Glory bright , whose wondrous might , whose power Imperial , So far surpass whatever was in Realms Terrestrial ; That tongues of men ( nor angels pen ) cannot the same ...
... wild beasts flee into the Sea , so soon as he draws near . 120 Whose Glory bright , whose wondrous might , whose power Imperial , So far surpass whatever was in Realms Terrestrial ; That tongues of men ( nor angels pen ) cannot the same ...
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... wild in forests rove : Of fowl that swim in waters clear , Of birds that mount aloft in air ; From ev'ry tribe vast numbers came , To fight for freedom , as for fame : The beasts from dens and caverns deep . From valleys low and ...
... wild in forests rove : Of fowl that swim in waters clear , Of birds that mount aloft in air ; From ev'ry tribe vast numbers came , To fight for freedom , as for fame : The beasts from dens and caverns deep . From valleys low and ...
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... wild confusion hence must ensue ? Tho ' common danger yet cements you : So some wreck'd vessel , all in shatters , Is held up by surrounding waters , But stranded , when the pressure ceases , Falls by its rottenness to pieces . And fall ...
... wild confusion hence must ensue ? Tho ' common danger yet cements you : So some wreck'd vessel , all in shatters , Is held up by surrounding waters , But stranded , when the pressure ceases , Falls by its rottenness to pieces . And fall ...
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... wild to sing ! 10 20 From thee descended , there the swain Shall arm the port and spread the sail , And speed his traffick o'er the main With the skill to brave the sweeping gale : Skill , Britannia , taught by thee , Unrivall'd empress ...
... wild to sing ! 10 20 From thee descended , there the swain Shall arm the port and spread the sail , And speed his traffick o'er the main With the skill to brave the sweeping gale : Skill , Britannia , taught by thee , Unrivall'd empress ...
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... wild ambition hopes at last To fix her long projected sway . Rise , Britannia , rise again 40 50 The scourge of haughty France and Spain ! The howling tempest fiercely blows , And ocean rages in the storm : ' Tis then the fearless pilot ...
... wild ambition hopes at last To fix her long projected sway . Rise , Britannia , rise again 40 50 The scourge of haughty France and Spain ! The howling tempest fiercely blows , And ocean rages in the storm : ' Tis then the fearless pilot ...
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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...