Selections from the American Poets: With Some Introductory RemarksW.F. Wakeman, 1834 - 357 psl. |
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... feel and admit , that this work has added to the sterling poetical literature of the English language . If the poet is to be estimated by the indications of an intense communion with nature , and a more full and true delineation of that ...
... feel and admit , that this work has added to the sterling poetical literature of the English language . If the poet is to be estimated by the indications of an intense communion with nature , and a more full and true delineation of that ...
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... Feel the too potent fervors ; the tall maize Rolls up its long green leaves ; the clover droops Its tender foliage , and declines its blooms . But far in the fierce sunshine tower the hills , With all their growth of woods , silent and ...
... Feel the too potent fervors ; the tall maize Rolls up its long green leaves ; the clover droops Its tender foliage , and declines its blooms . But far in the fierce sunshine tower the hills , With all their growth of woods , silent and ...
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With Some Introductory Remarks. The faint old man shall lean his silver head To feel thee ; thou shalt kiss the child asleep , And dry the moistened curls that overspread His temples , while his breathing grows more deep ; And they who ...
With Some Introductory Remarks. The faint old man shall lean his silver head To feel thee ; thou shalt kiss the child asleep , And dry the moistened curls that overspread His temples , while his breathing grows more deep ; And they who ...
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... feel a joy I cannot speak . Come , talk of Europe's maids with me , Whose necks and checks , they tell , Outshine the beauty of the sea , White foam and crimson shell . I'll shape like theirs my simple dress , And bind like them each ...
... feel a joy I cannot speak . Come , talk of Europe's maids with me , Whose necks and checks , they tell , Outshine the beauty of the sea , White foam and crimson shell . I'll shape like theirs my simple dress , And bind like them each ...
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... feel ! An ugly gash ! these rocks - they cut like steel . " He wiped his axe ; and turning round , Said with a cold and harden'd smile , " The hemp is saved - the man is drown'd , Wilt let him float awhile , Or give him christian ...
... feel ! An ugly gash ! these rocks - they cut like steel . " He wiped his axe ; and turning round , Said with a cold and harden'd smile , " The hemp is saved - the man is drown'd , Wilt let him float awhile , Or give him christian ...
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