Thanatopsis, Sella, and Other PoemsMacmillan Company, 1911 - 238 стор. |
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... hears no sound , Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there : And millions in those solitudes , since first The flight of years began , have laid them down In their last sleep the dead reign there alone . So shalt thou rest , and ...
... hears no sound , Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there : And millions in those solitudes , since first The flight of years began , have laid them down In their last sleep the dead reign there alone . So shalt thou rest , and ...
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... hear , Nor gaze on those waters so green and clear , And mark them winding away from sight , Darkened with shade or flashing with light , While o'er them the vine to its thicket clings , And the zephyr stoops to freshen his wings , But ...
... hear , Nor gaze on those waters so green and clear , And mark them winding away from sight , Darkened with shade or flashing with light , While o'er them the vine to its thicket clings , And the zephyr stoops to freshen his wings , But ...
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... hear my song without a frown , nor deem My voice unworthy of the theme it tries , — I would take up the hymn to Death , and say To the grim power , The world hath slandered thee And mocked thee . On thy dim and shadowy brow They place ...
... hear my song without a frown , nor deem My voice unworthy of the theme it tries , — I would take up the hymn to Death , and say To the grim power , The world hath slandered thee And mocked thee . On thy dim and shadowy brow They place ...
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... hear ; As pure thy limpid waters run , As bright they sparkle to the sun ; As fresh and thick the bending ranks Of herbs that line thy oozy banks ; The violet there , in soft May dew , Comes up , as modest and as blue , As green amid ...
... hear ; As pure thy limpid waters run , As bright they sparkle to the sun ; As fresh and thick the bending ranks Of herbs that line thy oozy banks ; The violet there , in soft May dew , Comes up , as modest and as blue , As green amid ...
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... hear the rushing of the blast , That through the snowy valley flies . Ah , passing few are they who speak , Wild stormy month ! in praise of thee ; Yet , though thy winds are loud and bleak , Thou art a welcome month to me . 5 For thou ...
... hear the rushing of the blast , That through the snowy valley flies . Ah , passing few are they who speak , Wild stormy month ! in praise of thee ; Yet , though thy winds are loud and bleak , Thou art a welcome month to me . 5 For thou ...
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amid ancient apple-tree beautiful beneath bird bloom blue Bob-o'-link boughs breath bright brook calm chee Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clouds cold dance dark deep deer dream dwell earth EDGAR ALLAN POE Edited eyes fair flake flowers forest gaze gentle glad glide glistening glorious glory grass grave green groves hand haunts heart heaven hills hour Hymn to Death Iliad Julius Cæsar lake land light LITTELL'S Living Age look maiden mighty Monument Mountain mould murmur never night o'er Palgrave's Golden Treasury pass Phillips Exeter Academy Poems poet race rivers rock round savannas Sella shade Shakespeare's sight silent Sir Launfal sleep smile snow soft song sound Spink spring stars stream strong summer sweet Thanatopsis thee thine thou dost thou hast thou shalt trees vale voice wandering waters wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wind-flower winter woods youth ΙΟ
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Сторінка 227 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Сторінка 8 - 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 68 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
Сторінка 3 - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His...
Сторінка 1 - When 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...
Сторінка 67 - Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Сторінка 2 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Сторінка 201 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace...
Сторінка 2 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Сторінка 3 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.