American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... 494 PAUL H. HAYNE- Sonnet 496 ALICE BRADLEY NEAL- Midnight 496 JOHN JAMES PIATT— The Mower in Ohio , June 1864 497 Fires in Illinois 499 Land in Cloud 501 JOHN JAMES PIATT - continued . Rose and Root PAGE xvi CONTENTS .
... 494 PAUL H. HAYNE- Sonnet 496 ALICE BRADLEY NEAL- Midnight 496 JOHN JAMES PIATT— The Mower in Ohio , June 1864 497 Fires in Illinois 499 Land in Cloud 501 JOHN JAMES PIATT - continued . Rose and Root PAGE xvi CONTENTS .
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... land , Though the dark night is near . And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven ...
... land , Though the dark night is near . And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven ...
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... land , thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone -- a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight ; And languid forms rise up , and pulses bound Livelier , at coming of the wind of night ; And languishing to hear thy ...
... land , thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone -- a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight ; And languid forms rise up , and pulses bound Livelier , at coming of the wind of night ; And languishing to hear thy ...
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... land ! " They fought - like brave men , long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain ; They conquered — but Bozzaris fell , Bleeding at every vein . His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah , And ...
... land ! " They fought - like brave men , long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain ; They conquered — but Bozzaris fell , Bleeding at every vein . His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah , And ...
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... land ; Thy summons welcome as the cry That told the Indian isles were nigh To the world - seeking Genoese , When the land - wind , from woods of palm , And orange groves , and fields of balm , Blew o'er the Haytian seas . Bozzaris ...
... land ; Thy summons welcome as the cry That told the Indian isles were nigh To the world - seeking Genoese , When the land - wind , from woods of palm , And orange groves , and fields of balm , Blew o'er the Haytian seas . Bozzaris ...
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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...