American Poems, 1776-1900: With Notes and BiographiesAmerican Book Company, 1905 - 368 стор. |
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... Thou , stranger , that shalt come this way , No fraud upon the dead commit , Observe the swelling turf , and say , They do not lie , but here they sit . Here still a lofty rock remains , On which the curious eye may trace ( Now wasted ...
... Thou , stranger , that shalt come this way , No fraud upon the dead commit , Observe the swelling turf , and say , They do not lie , but here they sit . Here still a lofty rock remains , On which the curious eye may trace ( Now wasted ...
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... Thou , who shalt trace this bloody plain , If goodness rules thy generous breast , Sigh for the wasted rural reign ; Sigh for the shepherds sunk to rest ! Stranger , their humble groves adorn ; You too may fall , and ask a tear : ' Tis ...
... Thou , who shalt trace this bloody plain , If goodness rules thy generous breast , Sigh for the wasted rural reign ; Sigh for the shepherds sunk to rest ! Stranger , their humble groves adorn ; You too may fall , and ask a tear : ' Tis ...
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... ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE GREEN be the turf above thee , Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee , Nor named thee but to praise . 10 Tears fell when thou wert dying , From eyes unused HALLECK 31.
... ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE GREEN be the turf above thee , Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee , Nor named thee but to praise . 10 Tears fell when thou wert dying , From eyes unused HALLECK 31.
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With Notes and Biographies Augustus White Long. Tears fell when thou wert dying , From eyes unused to weep , And long , where thou art lying , Will tears the cold turf steep . When hearts , whose truth was proven , Like thine , are laid ...
With Notes and Biographies Augustus White Long. Tears fell when thou wert dying , From eyes unused to weep , And long , where thou art lying , Will tears the cold turf steep . When hearts , whose truth was proven , Like thine , are laid ...
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... thou art terrible the tear , The groan , the knell , the pall , the bier , And all we know , or dream , or fear Of agony , are thine . But to the hero , when his sword Has won the battle for the free , Thy voice sounds like a prophet's ...
... thou art terrible the tear , The groan , the knell , the pall , the bier , And all we know , or dream , or fear Of agony , are thine . But to the hero , when his sword Has won the battle for the free , Thy voice sounds like a prophet's ...
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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.