An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of American Poetry in the Nineteenth CenturyEdmund Clarence Stedman Houghton, Mifflin, 1900 - 878 стор. |
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... head . With and after Tennyson came the renaissance of the Preraphaelites , and also new balladists , song - writers , a few dramatists , the makers of verse - a - la - mode , and so on to the time's end . From all this , distinct in ...
... head . With and after Tennyson came the renaissance of the Preraphaelites , and also new balladists , song - writers , a few dramatists , the makers of verse - a - la - mode , and so on to the time's end . From all this , distinct in ...
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... head As would confine you men to bed , We ply the brush , we wield the broom , We air the beds , and right the room ; The cows must next be milked — and then We get the breakfast for the men . Ere this is done , with whimpering cries ...
... head As would confine you men to bed , We ply the brush , we wield the broom , We air the beds , and right the room ; The cows must next be milked — and then We get the breakfast for the men . Ere this is done , with whimpering cries ...
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... heads ; ad mamma in her ' kerchief , and I in my cap , lad just settled our brains for a long win- ter's nap , When out on the lawn there arose ... head to his foot , The Heart to speak in vain essayed , Nor could HOPKINSON - SHAW - MOORE 15.
... heads ; ad mamma in her ' kerchief , and I in my cap , lad just settled our brains for a long win- ter's nap , When out on the lawn there arose ... head to his foot , The Heart to speak in vain essayed , Nor could HOPKINSON - SHAW - MOORE 15.
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... heads ; And mamma in her ' kerchief , and I in my cap , Had just settled our brains for a long win- ter's nap , When ... head to his foot , And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot HOPKINSON — SHAW - MOORE 15 SLEIGHING SONG ...
... heads ; And mamma in her ' kerchief , and I in my cap , Had just settled our brains for a long win- ter's nap , When ... head to his foot , And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot HOPKINSON — SHAW - MOORE 15 SLEIGHING SONG ...
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... head like a wreath ; He had a broad face and a little round belly , That shook when he laughed , like a bowl- ful of jelly . He was chubby and plump , a right jolly old elf , And I laughed when I saw him , in spite of myself ; A wink of ...
... head like a wreath ; He had a broad face and a little round belly , That shook when he laughed , like a bowl- ful of jelly . He was chubby and plump , a right jolly old elf , And I laughed when I saw him , in spite of myself ; A wink of ...
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Сторінка 106 - Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Сторінка 146 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Сторінка 49 - 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.
Сторінка 147 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me ; Yes ! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Сторінка 150 - Her deck once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee ; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea...
Сторінка 12 - O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets...
Сторінка 12 - O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps
Сторінка 145 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago), And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
Сторінка 89 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.
Сторінка 149 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.