The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth CenturyA. Hart, 1852 - 550 стор. |
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To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century Rufus Wilmot Griswold. MEM AOBK YRARBLI 1842 ΤΟ WASHINGTON ALLSTON , THE ELDEST.OF THE LIVING POETS.
To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century Rufus Wilmot Griswold. MEM AOBK YRARBLI 1842 ΤΟ WASHINGTON ALLSTON , THE ELDEST.OF THE LIVING POETS.
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... Century Rufus Wilmot Griswold. 1842 ΤΟ WASHINGTON ALLSTON , THE ELDEST.OF THE LIVING POETS OF AMERICA , AND THE MOST ILLUSTRIOUS OF HER PAINTERS , This Work 18 RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED . THE POETS AND POETRY AMERICA , TO THE MIDDLE OF.
... Century Rufus Wilmot Griswold. 1842 ΤΟ WASHINGTON ALLSTON , THE ELDEST.OF THE LIVING POETS OF AMERICA , AND THE MOST ILLUSTRIOUS OF HER PAINTERS , This Work 18 RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED . THE POETS AND POETRY AMERICA , TO THE MIDDLE OF.
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... living harmonies of DRYDEN and POPE were borne on every breeze that then fanned the cheek of an Englishman . The bar to pro- gress was that spirit of bigotry — at length bro- ken down by the stronger spirit of freedom- which prevented ...
... living harmonies of DRYDEN and POPE were borne on every breeze that then fanned the cheek of an Englishman . The bar to pro- gress was that spirit of bigotry — at length bro- ken down by the stronger spirit of freedom- which prevented ...
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... living , breathing Bible ; tables where Both covenants at large engraven were ; Gospel and law in ' s heart had each its column , His head an index to the sacred volume , His very name a title - page , and next His life a commentary on ...
... living , breathing Bible ; tables where Both covenants at large engraven were ; Gospel and law in ' s heart had each its column , His head an index to the sacred volume , His very name a title - page , and next His life a commentary on ...
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... living die . With great applause hast thou perform'd thy part , Since thy first entrance on the stage of life ; Or in the labours of the healing art , Or in fair Liberty's important strife . In med'cine skilful , and in warfare brave ...
... living die . With great applause hast thou perform'd thy part , Since thy first entrance on the stage of life ; Or in the labours of the healing art , Or in fair Liberty's important strife . In med'cine skilful , and in warfare brave ...
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Сторінка 168 - 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 319 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Сторінка 364 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Сторінка 168 - At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest.
Сторінка 420 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting 'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Сторінка 160 - 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.
Сторінка 419 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Сторінка 320 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice, That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
Сторінка 319 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Сторінка 190 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.