American Poems (1625-1892)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1912 - 669 стор. |
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... The Battle of the Kegs ( by Francis Hopkinson ) The British Light - Infantry The Old Year and the New From The American Times ( by Jonathan Odell ) 66 68 69 70 71 73 75 76 77 HUGH H. BRACKENRIDGE From The Battle of Bunkers - Hill Χ ...
... The Battle of the Kegs ( by Francis Hopkinson ) The British Light - Infantry The Old Year and the New From The American Times ( by Jonathan Odell ) 66 68 69 70 71 73 75 76 77 HUGH H. BRACKENRIDGE From The Battle of Bunkers - Hill Χ ...
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... Hill From Part II From Part IV JOEL BARLOW The Vision of Columbus From Book I From Book V From The Columbiad The Hasty - Pudding Canto I 78 79 80 81 82 83 83 84 84 85 87 91 95 5556 99 106 108 ΓΙΟ II2 116 120 121 124 Canto II 128 Canto ...
... Hill From Part II From Part IV JOEL BARLOW The Vision of Columbus From Book I From Book V From The Columbiad The Hasty - Pudding Canto I 78 79 80 81 82 83 83 84 84 85 87 91 95 5556 99 106 108 ΓΙΟ II2 116 120 121 124 Canto II 128 Canto ...
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... heels . 20 25 330 The next came up in a much graver sort , As one that cared for a good report . 35 His sword by ' s side and choler in his eyes , But neither us'd as yet for he was wise . Of Autumns fruits a basket on his arm , His ...
... heels . 20 25 330 The next came up in a much graver sort , As one that cared for a good report . 35 His sword by ' s side and choler in his eyes , But neither us'd as yet for he was wise . Of Autumns fruits a basket on his arm , His ...
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... Hill and search the lonely Grove . But ah , no more his Voice salutes my Ear , Nor in his Hands the blushing Fruits ... Hills His spotless Soul in deathless Pleasure dwells ; Tuneful replies while Choral Seraphs play , And in bright ...
... Hill and search the lonely Grove . But ah , no more his Voice salutes my Ear , Nor in his Hands the blushing Fruits ... Hills His spotless Soul in deathless Pleasure dwells ; Tuneful replies while Choral Seraphs play , And in bright ...
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... hills shall echo and the vales resound . Soon as the morn , in crimson robes array'd , With chearful beams dispels the flying shade , While fragrant odours waft the air along , 00 15 20 And birds melodious chant their heavenly song ...
... hills shall echo and the vales resound . Soon as the morn , in crimson robes array'd , With chearful beams dispels the flying shade , While fragrant odours waft the air along , 00 15 20 And birds melodious chant their heavenly song ...
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Сторінка 175 - 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 235 - Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Сторінка 205 - To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! Israfel And the angel...
Сторінка 499 - He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on. I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps: His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in...
Сторінка 405 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays ; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, 40 And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Сторінка 215 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Сторінка 550 - But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind. With tranquil restoration...
Сторінка 179 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Сторінка 215 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Сторінка 175 - To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.