Specimens of the American PoetsT. and J. Allman, 1822 - 283 стор. |
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... tell thee where . So , on the brow of some romantic height , A fleecy cloud hangs hov'ring in the light , Fit couch for angels ; which while yet we view , ' Tis lost to earth , and all around is blue . Who is that Chief , already taught ...
... tell thee where . So , on the brow of some romantic height , A fleecy cloud hangs hov'ring in the light , Fit couch for angels ; which while yet we view , ' Tis lost to earth , and all around is blue . Who is that Chief , already taught ...
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... tell the tale as ' tis told to me . " This gentleman , it seems , has travelled through the United States , from the mouth of the Mississippi to the St. Lawrence . In Florida and the western States , he has laid the scene of his " Atala ...
... tell the tale as ' tis told to me . " This gentleman , it seems , has travelled through the United States , from the mouth of the Mississippi to the St. Lawrence . In Florida and the western States , he has laid the scene of his " Atala ...
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... tell tales that occasionally happen to partake of the mar- vellous , I do not know that he has yet been publicly convicted of stating what is false , in regard to what has fallen under his own observation . There are those , indeed ...
... tell tales that occasionally happen to partake of the mar- vellous , I do not know that he has yet been publicly convicted of stating what is false , in regard to what has fallen under his own observation . There are those , indeed ...
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... tell the truth , ' twill bear each lowly name ; And while the wretched man , who vainly tried To wound their honour , and his Country's pride , 1 Alluding to the stigma attempted to be cast on the character of Paulding , Van Wart , and ...
... tell the truth , ' twill bear each lowly name ; And while the wretched man , who vainly tried To wound their honour , and his Country's pride , 1 Alluding to the stigma attempted to be cast on the character of Paulding , Van Wart , and ...
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... tell his gentle name , You'll find it on the roll of deathless Fame . In toilsome journey many a mile they past , And reach'd long Alleghany's foot at last ; Wild , endless chain ! that rising in the North , Where stout St. Lawrence ...
... tell his gentle name , You'll find it on the roll of deathless Fame . In toilsome journey many a mile they past , And reach'd long Alleghany's foot at last ; Wild , endless chain ! that rising in the North , Where stout St. Lawrence ...
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Сторінка 206 - 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 57 - And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
Сторінка 218 - So live, that when thy summons comes, to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Сторінка 69 - For he is good ; for his mercy endureth for ever : that then the house was filled with a cloud, even the house of the Lord; so that the priests could not stand to minister by reason of the cloud : for the glory of the Lord had filled the house of God.
Сторінка 209 - 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, that the world Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares, To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood And view the haunts of Nature.
Сторінка 216 - 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 209 - Try their thin wings and dance in the warm beam That waked them into life. Even the green trees Partake the deep contentment ; as they bend To the soft winds, the sun from the blue sky Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene. Scarce less the cleft-born wild-flower seems to enjoy Existence, than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets.
Сторінка 57 - And Jesse took an ass laden with bread, and a bottle of wine, and a kid, and sent them by David his son unto Saul.
Сторінка 206 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost.
Сторінка 216 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,— the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods— rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.