The Poets of America, Том 1John Keese S. Colman, 1840 |
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... Look Aloft WILLIS 90 WILDE 92 • DANA 94 PEABODY 99 MOORE 101 GOULD 105 BROOKS 107 PERCIVAL 111 NORTON 113 DANA 115 LEGGET 119 • FAY 120 To a Humming Bird Little Red Riding Hood LAWRENCE 122 SUTERMEISTER 124 BARKER 126 MITCHELL 133 ...
... Look Aloft WILLIS 90 WILDE 92 • DANA 94 PEABODY 99 MOORE 101 GOULD 105 BROOKS 107 PERCIVAL 111 NORTON 113 DANA 115 LEGGET 119 • FAY 120 To a Humming Bird Little Red Riding Hood LAWRENCE 122 SUTERMEISTER 124 BARKER 126 MITCHELL 133 ...
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... river of light on the welkin blue . The moon looks down on old Cronest , She mellows the shades on his shaggy breast , And seems his huge gray form to throw In a silver cone on the wave below ; 20 THE CULPRIT FAY . His sides are broken by.
... river of light on the welkin blue . The moon looks down on old Cronest , She mellows the shades on his shaggy breast , And seems his huge gray form to throw In a silver cone on the wave below ; 20 THE CULPRIT FAY . His sides are broken by.
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... her chariot wheels of light ; And vain are the spells of fairy - land , He must work with a human hand : XVIII . He cast a saddened look around , But he felt new joy his bosom swell , 32 THE CULPRIT FAY . When , glittering on the.
... her chariot wheels of light ; And vain are the spells of fairy - land , He must work with a human hand : XVIII . He cast a saddened look around , But he felt new joy his bosom swell , 32 THE CULPRIT FAY . When , glittering on the.
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John Keese. 44 THE CULPRIT FAY . For he thought upon her looks so meek , And he thought of the light flush on her cheek ; Never again might he bask and lie On that sweet cheek and moonlight eye , But in his dreams her form to see , To ...
John Keese. 44 THE CULPRIT FAY . For he thought upon her looks so meek , And he thought of the light flush on her cheek ; Never again might he bask and lie On that sweet cheek and moonlight eye , But in his dreams her form to see , To ...
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... look at once to heaven and thee , And smile to see thy splendours fly In triumph o'er his closing eye . Flag of the free heart's hope and home s By angel hands to valour given ; The stars have lit the welkin dome , And all thy hues were ...
... look at once to heaven and thee , And smile to see thy splendours fly In triumph o'er his closing eye . Flag of the free heart's hope and home s By angel hands to valour given ; The stars have lit the welkin dome , And all thy hues were ...
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ALARIC ALNWICK CASTLE beam beauty bending beneath bird blue bosom bough bowers BOZZARIS breast breath breeze bright brow charm cheek cloud courser crimson CULPRIT FAY dark death deep dream earth elfin fading fair fairy float flowers forest gale gaze gems gentle glance gleam glorious glory glow golden Greece green GREEN RIVER grove hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour land leap light lonely lyre moonlight morning N. P. WILLIS night o'er old oaken bucket pale passed Pindus purple rock rose round scene shade SHAKSPEARE ODE shine shore sigh silent moon silver sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream summer sweet swelling sylphs tear THANATOPSIS thee thine thou art thoughts throne tone tree Twas VISIGOTH VISIT FROM ST voice wandering water-sprites waters wave ween wild winds wing witch-hazel woods young
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Сторінка 136 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer...
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Сторінка 59 - There is a Power whose care teaches thy way along that pathless coast, the desert and illimitable air — lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, at that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, though the dark night is near.
Сторінка 78 - 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 213 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young...
Сторінка 103 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
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Сторінка 48 - To hear the tempest trumpings loud And see the lightning lances driven, When strive the warriors of the storm, And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven, Child of the sun ! to thee 'tis given To guard the banner of the free, To hover in the sulphur smoke, To ward away the battle stroke, And bid its blendings shine afar, Like rainbows on the cloud of war, The harbingers...