American Poems, 1776-1900: With Notes and BiographiesAmerican Book Company, 1905 - 368 стор. |
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... spirit of American life as expressed in its literature . More- over , it should , by giving new perceptions of power and beauty , lift the spirit and increase the sum of human enjoyment . " Lit- erature is the record of the best ...
... spirit of American life as expressed in its literature . More- over , it should , by giving new perceptions of power and beauty , lift the spirit and increase the sum of human enjoyment . " Lit- erature is the record of the best ...
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... Spirits Spring · CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN Monterey · SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH America PARK BENJAMIN The Old Sexton EPES SARGENT • A Life on the Ocean Wave . PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE Florence Vane • THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH Ben Bolt PAGE · 39 · 40 41 ...
... Spirits Spring · CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN Monterey · SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH America PARK BENJAMIN The Old Sexton EPES SARGENT • A Life on the Ocean Wave . PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE Florence Vane • THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH Ben Bolt PAGE · 39 · 40 41 ...
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... spirits brought him many friends , and he was beginning to make a name for himself in letters . But he was smitten with ... spirit of romance really does hover about the Hudson . But Drake's poem contains some pleasing fancies , more or ...
... spirits brought him many friends , and he was beginning to make a name for himself in letters . But he was smitten with ... spirit of romance really does hover about the Hudson . But Drake's poem contains some pleasing fancies , more or ...
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... spirit , and both amiable in manner and honorable in conduct . He had , too , that deferential attitude towards women which has always been popu- lar in America . These qualities made him a social 44 EARLY PERIOD NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS.
... spirit , and both amiable in manner and honorable in conduct . He had , too , that deferential attitude towards women which has always been popu- lar in America . These qualities made him a social 44 EARLY PERIOD NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS.
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... spirit and honor . UNSEEN SPIRITS THE shadows lay along Broadway , ' Twas near the twilight tide , And slowly there a lady fair Was walking in her pride . Along walked she ; but , viewlessly , Walked spirits at her side . Peace charmed ...
... spirit and honor . UNSEEN SPIRITS THE shadows lay along Broadway , ' Twas near the twilight tide , And slowly there a lady fair Was walking in her pride . Along walked she ; but , viewlessly , Walked spirits at her side . Peace charmed ...
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American Annabel Lee Arcady Auf wiedersehen battle beauty bells Ben Bolt bird bloom blue Blynken born Boston brave breast breath bright brow bugles Burns dark dead dear death died door dream Emerson eyes fame father flowers Furl gleaming glory grace grave gray green hand hath hear heart heaven hills Joaquin Miller John Burns Joseph Rodman Drake land laugh Lay him low light lips literary lives LONG'S Lowell Maryland mother N. P. Willis never Nevermore night o'er old Kentucky home Philip Freneau pine poet Ramoth rice swamp dank sail ship shore silent sing smile snow song soul spirit stars stood sweet tears thee thet thine THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH thou thought tree Twas Virginia voice volumes of verse wait wave wild wind York York city youth ΙΟ
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Сторінка 196 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Сторінка 158 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Сторінка 196 - As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal. Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel — Since God is marching on.
Сторінка 58 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer 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.
Сторінка 148 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Сторінка 162 - Her deck once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee ; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea...
Сторінка 58 - 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.
Сторінка 59 - 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 58 - To be a brother to the insensible rock, And, to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Сторінка 164 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.