American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... Thoughts Questions of Life Noon A Memorial - M . A. C. The Reformer Clerical Oppressors The Christian Slave The Pastoral Letter Ichabod The Peace of Europe The Rendition • 146 148 150 151 156 • 157 1 158 160 160 165 167 169 172 174 176 ...
... Thoughts Questions of Life Noon A Memorial - M . A. C. The Reformer Clerical Oppressors The Christian Slave The Pastoral Letter Ichabod The Peace of Europe The Rendition • 146 148 150 151 156 • 157 1 158 160 160 165 167 169 172 174 176 ...
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... 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 ALLSTON . 5 WASHINGTON ALLSTON- Rosalie.
... 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 ALLSTON . 5 WASHINGTON ALLSTON- Rosalie.
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... thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit , and sad images Of the stern agony , and shroud , and pall , And breathless darkness , and the narrow house , Make thee to shudder , and grow sick at heart ; - Go ...
... thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit , and sad images Of the stern agony , and shroud , and pall , And breathless darkness , and the narrow house , Make thee to shudder , and grow sick at heart ; - Go ...
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... thoughts go up the long dim path of years , Back to the earliest days of Liberty . O FREEDOM ! thou art not , as poets dream , A fair young girl , with light and delicate limbs , And wavy tresses gushing from the cap With which the ...
... thoughts go up the long dim path of years , Back to the earliest days of Liberty . O FREEDOM ! thou art not , as poets dream , A fair young girl , with light and delicate limbs , And wavy tresses gushing from the cap With which the ...
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... thought of thy burial - place ; Thought of thy fate in the distant west , Dying with none that loved thee near ; They who flung the earth on thy breast Turned from the spot without a tear . There , I think , on that lonely grave ...
... thought of thy burial - place ; Thought of thy fate in the distant west , Dying with none that loved thee near ; They who flung the earth on thy breast Turned from the spot without a tear . There , I think , on that lonely grave ...
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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...