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 psl. |
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... JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE ALNWICK CASTLE BURNS . 888 33 THE AMERICAN FLAG . 9399 43 44 45 46 34 34 34 35 35 “ The Croakers ” ( HALLECK AND DRAKE ) -- COLONEL THE NATIONAL PAINTINGS TRUMBULL'S " THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE · JOSEPH RODMAN ...
... JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE ALNWICK CASTLE BURNS . 888 33 THE AMERICAN FLAG . 9399 43 44 45 46 34 34 34 35 35 “ The Croakers ” ( HALLECK AND DRAKE ) -- COLONEL THE NATIONAL PAINTINGS TRUMBULL'S " THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE · JOSEPH RODMAN ...
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... 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 . Tears fell when thou wert dying , From eyes unused to weep ... JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE ALNWICK CASTLE.
... 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 . Tears fell when thou wert dying , From eyes unused to weep ... JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE ALNWICK CASTLE.
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... Joseph Rodman Drake ' The Croakers ( HALLECK AND DRAKE ). The hearts of millions till they move as one : Thou hast it . At thy bidding men have crowded The road to death as to a festival ; And minstrels , at their sepulchres , have ...
... Joseph Rodman Drake ' The Croakers ( HALLECK AND DRAKE ). The hearts of millions till they move as one : Thou hast it . At thy bidding men have crowded The road to death as to a festival ; And minstrels , at their sepulchres , have ...
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... , And headlong plunged in the waters blue . Up sprung the spirits of the waves , From sea - silk beds in their coral caves ; With snail - plate armor snatched in haste , They JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE 43 888 THE AMERICAN FLAG 9399.
... , And headlong plunged in the waters blue . Up sprung the spirits of the waves , From sea - silk beds in their coral caves ; With snail - plate armor snatched in haste , They JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE 43 888 THE AMERICAN FLAG 9399.
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... leaf - harp sounds our roundelay , The owlet's eyes our lanterns be ; Thus we sing , and dance , and play , Round the wild witch - hazel tree . THE AMERICAN FLAG WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE 45.
... leaf - harp sounds our roundelay , The owlet's eyes our lanterns be ; Thus we sing , and dance , and play , Round the wild witch - hazel tree . THE AMERICAN FLAG WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE 45.
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An American Anthology, 1787-1900– Selections, Illustrating the Editor's ... Edmund Clarence Stedman Visos knygos peržiūra - 1900 |
An American Anthology, 1787-1900– Selections, Illustrating the Editor's ... Edmund Clarence Stedman Visos knygos peržiūra - 1900 |
An American Anthology, 1787-1900– Selections Illustrating the Editor's ... Edmund Clarence Stedman Visos knygos peržiūra - 1900 |
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