Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...1829 |
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... Dead Leaves Strew the Forest Walk , 212 ROBERT WALN , 213 Songs , 213 RUFUS DAWES , 215 The Spirit of Beauty , 216 Sunrise from Mount Washington , 216 Anne Bullen , 218 RICHARD PENN SMITH , 218 The Cottage Lovers , 219 · Fragment , 220 ...
... Dead Leaves Strew the Forest Walk , 212 ROBERT WALN , 213 Songs , 213 RUFUS DAWES , 215 The Spirit of Beauty , 216 Sunrise from Mount Washington , 216 Anne Bullen , 218 RICHARD PENN SMITH , 218 The Cottage Lovers , 219 · Fragment , 220 ...
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... dead . " And now the stars are burning bright ; Yet still she looks towards the shore Beyond the waters black in night . " I ne'er shall see thee more ! Ye ' re many , waves , yet lonely seems your flow , And I'm alone - scarce know I ...
... dead . " And now the stars are burning bright ; Yet still she looks towards the shore Beyond the waters black in night . " I ne'er shall see thee more ! Ye ' re many , waves , yet lonely seems your flow , And I'm alone - scarce know I ...
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... dead . Moan for the living - moan our sins , - The wrath of man , more fierce than thine . Hark ! still thy waves ! -The work begins- He makes the deadly sign . The crew glide down like shadows . Eye and hand Speak fearful meanings ...
... dead . Moan for the living - moan our sins , - The wrath of man , more fierce than thine . Hark ! still thy waves ! -The work begins- He makes the deadly sign . The crew glide down like shadows . Eye and hand Speak fearful meanings ...
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Specimens of American Poetry... The murderer's curse , the dead man's fix'd , still glare , And fear's and death's cold sweat - they all are there ! On pale , dead men , on burning cheek , On quick , fierce eyes , brows hot and damp ...
Specimens of American Poetry... The murderer's curse , the dead man's fix'd , still glare , And fear's and death's cold sweat - they all are there ! On pale , dead men , on burning cheek , On quick , fierce eyes , brows hot and damp ...
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... dead ? They tell no tales ; and ye are all true men ; But wash away that blood ; then , home again ! ' Tis on your souls ; it will not out ! Lee , why so lost ? T is not like thee ! Come , where's thy revel , oath , and shout ? " That ...
... dead ? They tell no tales ; and ye are all true men ; But wash away that blood ; then , home again ! ' Tis on your souls ; it will not out ! Lee , why so lost ? T is not like thee ! Come , where's thy revel , oath , and shout ? " That ...
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