Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...1829 |
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... fair bride ; The lips are cold , the brow is pale , That thou didst kiss in love and pride . He cannot hear thy wail , Whom thou didst lull with fondly murmur'd sound- His couch is cold and lonely in the ground . He fell for Spain - her ...
... fair bride ; The lips are cold , the brow is pale , That thou didst kiss in love and pride . He cannot hear thy wail , Whom thou didst lull with fondly murmur'd sound- His couch is cold and lonely in the ground . He fell for Spain - her ...
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... Fair , unpolluted thing ! They harm'd thee not ! -Was dying suffering ? O , no ! -To live when joy was dead ; To go with one , lone , pining thought- To mournful love thy being wed- Feeling what death had wrought ; To live the child of ...
... Fair , unpolluted thing ! They harm'd thee not ! -Was dying suffering ? O , no ! -To live when joy was dead ; To go with one , lone , pining thought- To mournful love thy being wed- Feeling what death had wrought ; To live the child of ...
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... fair earth ? The world , O man , is wailing o'er thy birth . And what comes up above that wave , So ghastly white ? —a spectral head ! — A horse's head ! — ( May heaven save Those looking on the dead , — The waking dead ! ) There on the ...
... fair earth ? The world , O man , is wailing o'er thy birth . And what comes up above that wave , So ghastly white ? —a spectral head ! — A horse's head ! — ( May heaven save Those looking on the dead , — The waking dead ! ) There on the ...
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... fair and lovely , and the many stars Look'd down in tranquil beauty on an earth That smiled in sweetest summer . She look'd out Through the raised window , and the sheeted bay Lay in a quiet sleep below , and shone With the pale beam of ...
... fair and lovely , and the many stars Look'd down in tranquil beauty on an earth That smiled in sweetest summer . She look'd out Through the raised window , and the sheeted bay Lay in a quiet sleep below , and shone With the pale beam of ...
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... fair bosom , silver lake ! The wild swan spreads his snowy sail , And round his breast the ripples break , As down he bears before the gale . On thy fair bosom , waveless stream ! The dipping paddle echoes far , And flashes in the ...
... fair bosom , silver lake ! The wild swan spreads his snowy sail , And round his breast the ripples break , As down he bears before the gale . On thy fair bosom , waveless stream ! The dipping paddle echoes far , And flashes in the ...
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143 psl. - 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.
142 psl. - 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.
144 psl. - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — 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.
82 psl. - When death is nigh, my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill'd this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon — Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
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143 psl. - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
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