American poems, selected and ed. by W.M. RossettiWard, 1873 - 512 páginas |
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... Sight in Camp Manhattan Faces Reconciliation In Midnight Sleep Camps of Green 317 318 320 320 321 The Mother of All 322 O Captain ! My Captain 323 President Lincoln's Burial Hymn 324 THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS- Dirge 333 JAMES RUSSELL ...
... Sight in Camp Manhattan Faces Reconciliation In Midnight Sleep Camps of Green 317 318 320 320 321 The Mother of All 322 O Captain ! My Captain 323 President Lincoln's Burial Hymn 324 THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS- Dirge 333 JAMES RUSSELL ...
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... sight The thousand years that sweep away Man and the traces of his might Are but the break and close of day— Grant us that love of truth sublime , That love of goodness and of thee , That makes thy children in all time To share thine ...
... sight The thousand years that sweep away Man and the traces of his might Are but the break and close of day— Grant us that love of truth sublime , That love of goodness and of thee , That makes thy children in all time To share thine ...
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... sight Takes - in the encircling vastness . In airy undulations , far away , Lo ! they stretch As if the ocean , in his gentlest swell , Stood still , with all his rounded billows fixed , And motionless forever . - Motionless ? — No ...
... sight Takes - in the encircling vastness . In airy undulations , far away , Lo ! they stretch As if the ocean , in his gentlest swell , Stood still , with all his rounded billows fixed , And motionless forever . - Motionless ? — No ...
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... sight . The weary fowls of heaven make wing in vain , To ' scape your wrath ; ye seize and dash them dead . Against the earth ye drive the roaring rain ; The harvest - field becomes a river's bed ; And torrents tumble from the hills ...
... sight . The weary fowls of heaven make wing in vain , To ' scape your wrath ; ye seize and dash them dead . Against the earth ye drive the roaring rain ; The harvest - field becomes a river's bed ; And torrents tumble from the hills ...
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... sight . And I shall sleep - and on thy side , As ages after ages glide . Children their early sports shall try , And pass to hoary age , and die . But thou , unchanged from year to year , Gayly shalt play and glitter here ; Amid young ...
... sight . And I shall sleep - and on thy side , As ages after ages glide . Children their early sports shall try , And pass to hoary age , and die . But thou , unchanged from year to year , Gayly shalt play and glitter here ; Amid young ...
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Termos e frases comuns
Abraham Davenport amid angels Annabel Lee Auber Azteque beauty bells beneath bird bloom Born breath bright cloud cold Dæmon dark dead dear death deep door dream earth eternal evermore eyes face fair fear feet flowers gentle gleam glow gold golden gone grave green grey hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills Israfel lake land leaves light living lonely look Lord Martha Mason MEXITLIS moon morning mountain murmur never night o'er pale passed Pleiads poems poet Quoth the Raven Ramoth red levin rill river round Saadi seemed shade shadows shalt shining shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow song sorrow soul sound Spring stars stream strong summer sweet tell thine thou thought of thee tree trembling ULALUME voice walked Walt Whitman wandered waters wave weary wild wind wings wood
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Página 15 - 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 10 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Página 226 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
Página 321 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will...
Página 223 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. '' Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Página 321 - 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...
Página 16 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 216 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...
Página 203 - It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Página 15 - 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. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...