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. |
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... HEARD THE NIGHTINGALE ? 470 THE CELLO A CHILD · 475 Mary Thacher Higginson CHANGELINGS · 475 · IN THE DARK 470 • GHOST - FLOWERS • 456 490 • 457 457 INHERITANCE John Henry Boner AH , BE NOT FALSE . 477 OF ONE WHO NEITHER SEES NOR HEARS ...
... HEARD THE NIGHTINGALE ? 470 THE CELLO A CHILD · 475 Mary Thacher Higginson CHANGELINGS · 475 · IN THE DARK 470 • GHOST - FLOWERS • 456 490 • 457 457 INHERITANCE John Henry Boner AH , BE NOT FALSE . 477 OF ONE WHO NEITHER SEES NOR HEARS ...
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... heard , This is the glass I always feared , The glass that would the rest destroy , The farewell cup , the close of joy . With you , whom reason taught to think , I could for ages sit and drink ; But with the fool , the sot , the ass ...
... heard , This is the glass I always feared , The glass that would the rest destroy , The farewell cup , the close of joy . With you , whom reason taught to think , I could for ages sit and drink ; But with the fool , the sot , the ass ...
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... heard . Methought , as then he stood to trace The withered stems , there stole a tear , That I could read in his sad face- Brothers our sorrows make us near . · And then he stretched him all along , And laid his head upon my breast ...
... heard . Methought , as then he stood to trace The withered stems , there stole a tear , That I could read in his sad face- Brothers our sorrows make us near . · And then he stretched him all along , And laid his head upon my breast ...
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... heard , It welled from out her happy heart Like carol of a bird ; And all who heard were moved to smiles , As at some mirthful lay , And to the stranger's look replied , " " T is that dear Alice Ray . " And so she came , like sunbeams ...
... heard , It welled from out her happy heart Like carol of a bird ; And all who heard were moved to smiles , As at some mirthful lay , And to the stranger's look replied , " " T is that dear Alice Ray . " And so she came , like sunbeams ...
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... heard ; Then wore his monarch's signet ring : Then pressed that monarch's throne king ; As wild his thoughts , and gay of wing , As Eden's garden bird . At midnight , in the forest shades , Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band , True as the ...
... heard ; Then wore his monarch's signet ring : Then pressed that monarch's throne king ; As wild his thoughts , and gay of wing , As Eden's garden bird . At midnight , in the forest shades , Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band , True as the ...
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Сторінка 100 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set today a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die,...
Сторінка 151 - I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Сторінка 136 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Сторінка 122 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Сторінка 54 - 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 54 - rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Сторінка 91 - Like the volcano's tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below, The canticles of love and woe: The hand that rounded Peter's dome And groined the aisles of Christian Rome Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew; The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Сторінка 221 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat: He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on.
Сторінка 53 - 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 158 - 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.