American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... Hour 417 Near Shore 419 Across the River 421 THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH- December 1863 422 The Moorland 423 Piscataqua River 424 Pythagoras 425 Invocation to Sleep 428 Pursuit and Possession 429 Miracles Fredericksburg 429 430 EDMUND ...
... Hour 417 Near Shore 419 Across the River 421 THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH- December 1863 422 The Moorland 423 Piscataqua River 424 Pythagoras 425 Invocation to Sleep 428 Pursuit and Possession 429 Miracles Fredericksburg 429 430 EDMUND ...
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... hour of day When the last lingering ray Stops on the highest cloud to play— So thought the gentle Rosalie , As on her maiden reverie First fell the strain of him who stole In music to her soul . JOHN PIERPONT . [ Born in 1785 , died ...
... hour of day When the last lingering ray Stops on the highest cloud to play— So thought the gentle Rosalie , As on her maiden reverie First fell the strain of him who stole In music to her soul . JOHN PIERPONT . [ Born in 1785 , died ...
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... 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 . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour ...
... 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 . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour ...
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... hours ago ; Ye bore the murmuring bee ; ye tossed the hair O'er maiden cheeks , that took a fresher glow ; Ye rolled the round white cloud through depths of blue ; Ye shook from shaded flowers the lingering dew ; Before you the ...
... hours ago ; Ye bore the murmuring bee ; ye tossed the hair O'er maiden cheeks , that took a fresher glow ; Ye rolled the round white cloud through depths of blue ; Ye shook from shaded flowers the lingering dew ; Before you the ...
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... hour , Shall brighten , and thy form shall tower ; And when thy sisters , elder born , Would brand thy name with words of scorn , Before thine eye , Upon their lips the taunt shall die ! THE RIVULET . THIS little rill that from the ...
... hour , Shall brighten , and thy form shall tower ; And when thy sisters , elder born , Would brand thy name with words of scorn , Before thine eye , Upon their lips the taunt shall die ! THE RIVULET . THIS little rill that from the ...
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Abraham Davenport amid angels Annabel Lee Auber Azteque beauty bells beneath bird bloom Born breath bright child clouds cold Dæmon dark dead death deep door dream earth eternal evermore eyes face fair fear feet flow flowers gentle gleam glow gold gone grave green grey hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills Israfel lake land leaves Leaves of Grass light living lonely look Lord Martha Mason MEXITLIS moon morning mountain murmuring never night o'er passed pine Pleiads poems Quoth the Raven Ramoth red levin rill river round Saadi seemed shade shadows shalt shining shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow song soul sound Spring stars stream strong summer sweet tell thine thou thought of thee tree voice walked Walt Whitman wandered waters wave weary wild wind wings wood
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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 204 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Сторінка 281 - THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 15 - 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 sepulcher.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 323 - 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...
Сторінка 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...