An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of American Poetry in the Nineteenth CenturyEdmund Clarence Stedman Houghton, Mifflin, 1900 - 878 стор. Added t.p., engraved. |
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... feel a touch of that depression which follows a long task , and almost ask whether it has been worth completion . Would the labor have been better expended , for example , upon criticism of our prose fictio ? The muse sits neglected ...
... feel a touch of that depression which follows a long task , and almost ask whether it has been worth completion . Would the labor have been better expended , for example , upon criticism of our prose fictio ? The muse sits neglected ...
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... feel As sick as drunkards when they reel , Yes , feel such pains in back and head As would confine you men to bed , We ply the brush , we wield the broom , We air the beds , and right the room ; The cows must next be milked and then We ...
... feel As sick as drunkards when they reel , Yes , feel such pains in back and head As would confine you men to bed , We ply the brush , we wield the broom , We air the beds , and right the room ; The cows must next be milked and then We ...
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... feel thy wondrous power to save From perils of the stormy wave : Rocked in the cradle of the deep , I calmly rest and soundly sleep . And such the trust that still were mine , Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine , Or though the ...
... feel thy wondrous power to save From perils of the stormy wave : Rocked in the cradle of the deep , I calmly rest and soundly sleep . And such the trust that still were mine , Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine , Or though the ...
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... feel ; - He kept his honesty and truth , His independent tongue and pen , And moved , in manhood as in youth , Pride of his fellow - men . Strong sense , deep feeling , passions strong , A hate of tyrant and of knave , A love of right ...
... feel ; - He kept his honesty and truth , His independent tongue and pen , And moved , in manhood as in youth , Pride of his fellow - men . Strong sense , deep feeling , passions strong , A hate of tyrant and of knave , A love of right ...
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... feel the cooling breath of heaven ! But the Elfin made no stop or stay Till he came to the bank of the milky- way ; Then he checked his courser's foot , And watched for the glimpse of the planet- shoot . ELFIN SONG Ouphe and goblin ...
... feel the cooling breath of heaven ! But the Elfin made no stop or stay Till he came to the bank of the milky- way ; Then he checked his courser's foot , And watched for the glimpse of the planet- shoot . ELFIN SONG Ouphe and goblin ...
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Сторінка 141 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
Сторінка 110 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Сторінка 115 - T is but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Сторінка 146 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Сторінка 51 - 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.
Сторінка 146 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows...
Сторінка 91 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.
Сторінка 227 - ... the prize we sought is won. The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Сторінка 115 - UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Сторінка 140 - To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! Israfel And the angel...