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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... seemed to me misspent ; yet the work of selection was slight compared with that of obtaining privileges from authors and book - houses , insuring correctness of texts and biographical data , and mastering the countless other details of ...
... seemed to me misspent ; yet the work of selection was slight compared with that of obtaining privileges from authors and book - houses , insuring correctness of texts and biographical data , and mastering the countless other details of ...
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... seemed the due of both the living and the dead . To the latter it may be the last tribute by one of their own kith and kin ; to all , a tribute justly theirs whose choice it was to pursue an art upon which they had been bred and from ...
... seemed the due of both the living and the dead . To the latter it may be the last tribute by one of their own kith and kin ; to all , a tribute justly theirs whose choice it was to pursue an art upon which they had been bred and from ...
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... seemed just ready to place among its choristers , was forbidden to outlive the completion of the intensely lyrical " Taliesin , " his melodious swan - song . To end this retrospect , it may be said that the imaginative faculty , of ...
... seemed just ready to place among its choristers , was forbidden to outlive the completion of the intensely lyrical " Taliesin , " his melodious swan - song . To end this retrospect , it may be said that the imaginative faculty , of ...
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... SEEMED TO HAVE FAILED 312 THE QUAKER GRAVEYARD The Battle - Field Vanished 322 322 · 313 IDLENESS · · 313 That such have died The Secret . 322 322 • A DECANTER OF MADEIRA , AGED 86 , TO GEORGE BANCROFT , AGED 86 , Eternity . 322 ...
... SEEMED TO HAVE FAILED 312 THE QUAKER GRAVEYARD The Battle - Field Vanished 322 322 · 313 IDLENESS · · 313 That such have died The Secret . 322 322 • A DECANTER OF MADEIRA , AGED 86 , TO GEORGE BANCROFT , AGED 86 , Eternity . 322 ...
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... seemed a sea - hawk watching for his prey . With soothing words the widow's mite he gained , With piercing glance watched misery's dark abode , Filched paper scraps while yet a scrap re- mained , Bought where he must , and cheated where ...
... seemed a sea - hawk watching for his prey . With soothing words the widow's mite he gained , With piercing glance watched misery's dark abode , Filched paper scraps while yet a scrap re- mained , Bought where he must , and cheated where ...
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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.