The Praise of Lincoln: An AnthologyBobbs-Merrill Company, 1911 - 243 páginas |
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... face . The pigment takes on a richer color as it traces his counterfeit presentment . And when the poet sweeps his strings in music to the greatness and the goodness of this typical American , his chords approach the divine - for it was ...
... face . The pigment takes on a richer color as it traces his counterfeit presentment . And when the poet sweeps his strings in music to the greatness and the goodness of this typical American , his chords approach the divine - for it was ...
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... 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 . 70 VIMU AMBORLIAD THE PRAISE OF LINCOLN My Captain does I CALIFORNIA UNIV. OF ...
... 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 . 70 VIMU AMBORLIAD THE PRAISE OF LINCOLN My Captain does I CALIFORNIA UNIV. OF ...
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... face to face . I praise him not ; it were too late ; And some innative weakness there must be In him who condescends to victory Such as the present gives and can not wait , Safe in himself as in a fate . So always firmly he : He knew to ...
... face to face . I praise him not ; it were too late ; And some innative weakness there must be In him who condescends to victory Such as the present gives and can not wait , Safe in himself as in a fate . So always firmly he : He knew to ...
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... face . Here was a man to hold against the world , A man to match the mountains and the sea . The color of the ground was in him , the red earth ; The smack and tang of elemental things : The rectitude and patience of the cliff ; The ...
... face . Here was a man to hold against the world , A man to match the mountains and the sea . The color of the ground was in him , the red earth ; The smack and tang of elemental things : The rectitude and patience of the cliff ; The ...
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... face o ' his'n was fortyfied with fac's . Some fellers used to laff at Abe because his boots and pants Appeared to be on distant terms , but when he'd git a chance He'd give ' em sich a drubbin ' that they'd clean forgit his looks , For ...
... face o ' his'n was fortyfied with fac's . Some fellers used to laff at Abe because his boots and pants Appeared to be on distant terms , but when he'd git a chance He'd give ' em sich a drubbin ' that they'd clean forgit his looks , For ...
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ABRAHAM LINCOLN ancient Abe battle birth blessed blood born brave breast breath calm coming crown dark dead dear death deed dream earth Edmund Clarence Stedman Edward Rowland Sill Edward William Thomson Edwin Markham eyes face fame fate Father Abraham fell fields fire flag flame Freedom's glory glow God's grave grief hand hath hear heart Heaven Henry Howard Brownell Hero honored human Julia Ward labor land light lives lonely look martyr mighty mourn murder nation's never night noble o'er old Abe peace poem prairies praise President race rest Richard Realf roll Rose Terry Cooke Samuel Francis Smith shine shore silence sing slain slave sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stand star Stephen Douglas stood strife strong sublime sweet tears thee thine thou to-day toil tolling tomb Twas voice weep Wendell Phillips Garrison wild
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Página 1 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 0 Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Página 110 - ... When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring, Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west, And thought of him I love. O powerful western fallen star! O shades of night— O moody, tearful night!
Página 119 - Covering the earth and filling the spread of the heaven, As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from recesses, Passing, I leave thee lilac with heart-shaped leaves, I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, returning with spring.
Página 7 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Página 5 - Life may be given in many ways, And loyalty to Truth be sealed As bravely in the closet as the field, So bountiful is Fate ; But then to stand beside her, When craven churls deride her, To front a lie in arms and not to yield, This shows, methinks, God's plan And measure of a stalwart man...
Página 5 - Whom late the Nation he had led, With ashes on her head, Wept with the passion of an angry grief: Forgive me, if from present things I turn To speak what in my heart will beat and burn, And hang my wreath on his world-honored urn.
Página 6 - But by his clear-grained human worth, And brave old wisdom of sincerity ! They knew that outward grace is dust ; They could not choose but trust In that sure-footed mind's unfaltering skill, And supple-tempered will, That bent like perfect steel, to spring again and thrust.
Página 114 - I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone? And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love ? Sea-winds blown from east and west, Blown from the Eastern sea and blown from the Western sea, till there on the prairies meeting, These and with these and the breath of my chant, I'll perfume the grave of him I love.
Página 113 - O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved ? And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone? And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?
Página 112 - States themselves as of crapeveil'd women standing, With processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night, With the countless torches lit, with the silent sea of faces and the unbared heads, With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the...