Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...1829 |
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... stand still , 332 JOHN W. WHITMAN , 333 The Jersey Prison Ship , 333 JOSEPH H. NICHOLS , Bennett's Bridge , The Falls of the Housatonick , JAMES O. ROCKWELL , To the Ice Mountain , MILTON WARD , The Lyre , GEORGE LUNT , The Grave of ...
... stand still , 332 JOHN W. WHITMAN , 333 The Jersey Prison Ship , 333 JOSEPH H. NICHOLS , Bennett's Bridge , The Falls of the Housatonick , JAMES O. ROCKWELL , To the Ice Mountain , MILTON WARD , The Lyre , GEORGE LUNT , The Grave of ...
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... stands in a sort of antithesis to its companion . Instead of stepping into the midst of wrathful and terrific passion the author here aims at moving our sympathies by a picture of calm and tender sadness , —by a delineation of those ...
... stands in a sort of antithesis to its companion . Instead of stepping into the midst of wrathful and terrific passion the author here aims at moving our sympathies by a picture of calm and tender sadness , —by a delineation of those ...
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... Stands that dark , thoughtful man alone ? Thy pledge , man ; keep it fast ! Bethink thee of her youth and sorrows , Lee : Helpless , alone - and , then , her trust in thee ! When told the hardships thou hadst borne , Her words were to ...
... Stands that dark , thoughtful man alone ? Thy pledge , man ; keep it fast ! Bethink thee of her youth and sorrows , Lee : Helpless , alone - and , then , her trust in thee ! When told the hardships thou hadst borne , Her words were to ...
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... stands alone ; And one leans idly o'er the bow . Still as a tomb the ship keeps on ; Nor sound nor stirring now . Hush , hark ! as from the centre of the deep- Shrieks — fiendish yells ! they stab them in their sleep . The scream of ...
... stands alone ; And one leans idly o'er the bow . Still as a tomb the ship keeps on ; Nor sound nor stirring now . Hush , hark ! as from the centre of the deep- Shrieks — fiendish yells ! they stab them in their sleep . The scream of ...
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... stands- The spectre - horse - He moves ; he gains the sands ! Onward he speeds . His ghostly sides Are streaming with a cold , blue light . Heaven keep the wits of him who rides The spectre - horse tonight ! His path is shining like a ...
... stands- The spectre - horse - He moves ; he gains the sands ! Onward he speeds . His ghostly sides Are streaming with a cold , blue light . Heaven keep the wits of him who rides The spectre - horse tonight ! His path is shining like a ...
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Absalom Alnwick Castle amid banner Battle of Niagara beams beauty beneath bird bloom blue bosom Boston bowers breast breath breeze bright brow cheek clouds cold Connecticut dark dead death deep dream earth echo fair fear feel flame float flowers gaze gentle George Whitefield glorious glory glow grave green hath heart heaven hill hour Isaiah Thomas Joel Barlow land life's light lips lone look lyre Meina morning mountain Nassau Hall neath night numbers o'er ocean pale pass'd peace Phi Beta Kappa Philadelphia Pindaric poem poetry prayer proud rest rills rose round seem'd shade shine shore sigh skies sleep slumbering smile soft song soul sound spirit stars stream summer sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought tomb tree vale voice wake waters wave wild wind wings woods Yale College young youth Zophiel
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