Thanatopsis, Sella, and Other PoemsMacmillan Company, 1911 - 238 стор. |
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... 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 . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour ...
... 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 . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour ...
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... hour Awakes the painted tribes of light , I'll not o'erlook the modest flower That made the woods of April bright . INSCRIPTION FOR THE ENTRANCE TO A WOOD STRANGER , if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience ...
... hour Awakes the painted tribes of light , I'll not o'erlook the modest flower That made the woods of April bright . INSCRIPTION FOR THE ENTRANCE TO A WOOD STRANGER , if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience ...
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... hour from study and care , And hie me away to the woodland scene , Where wanders the stream with waters of green ; As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink , Had given their stain to the wave they drink ; And they , whose meadows ...
... hour from study and care , And hie me away to the woodland scene , Where wanders the stream with waters of green ; As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink , Had given their stain to the wave they drink ; And they , whose meadows ...
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... hours I stole IO 15 20 From cares I loved not , but of which the world Deems highest , to converse with her . When shrieked The bleak November winds , and smote the woods , And the brown fields were herbless , and the shades 12 EARLIER ...
... hours I stole IO 15 20 From cares I loved not , but of which the world Deems highest , to converse with her . When shrieked The bleak November winds , and smote the woods , And the brown fields were herbless , and the shades 12 EARLIER ...
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... of smiles shall fill again 5 The lids that overflow with tears ; And weary hours of woe and pain Are promises of happier years . There is a day of sunny rest For every dark 16 EARLIER POEMS "Blessed are they that Mourn "
... of smiles shall fill again 5 The lids that overflow with tears ; And weary hours of woe and pain Are promises of happier years . There is a day of sunny rest For every dark 16 EARLIER POEMS "Blessed are they that Mourn "
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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.