Selections from the American Poets: With Some Introductory RemarksW.F. Wakeman, 1834 - 357 psl. |
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... Shall , one by one , be gathered to thy side , By those , who , in their turn , shall follow them . So live , that , when thy summons comes to join 1 The innumerable caravan , that moves To the pale realms 8 BRYANT .
... Shall , one by one , be gathered to thy side , By those , who , in their turn , shall follow them . So live , that , when thy summons comes to join 1 The innumerable caravan , that moves To the pale realms 8 BRYANT .
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... , Thy figure floats along . Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake , or marge of river wide , Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side . There is a Power , whose care Teaches thy way BRYANT . To a Waterfowl.
... , Thy figure floats along . Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake , or marge of river wide , Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side . There is a Power , whose care Teaches thy way BRYANT . To a Waterfowl.
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... side , and the borders of the brook , Nod gaily to each other ; glossy leaves Are twinkling in the sun , as if the dew Were on them yet ; and silver waters break Into small waves , and sparkle as he comes . THE DAMSEL OF PERU . WHERE ...
... side , and the borders of the brook , Nod gaily to each other ; glossy leaves Are twinkling in the sun , as if the dew Were on them yet ; and silver waters break Into small waves , and sparkle as he comes . THE DAMSEL OF PERU . WHERE ...
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... side , And sent him to the war , the day she should have been his bride , And bade him bear a faithful heart to battle for the right , And held the fountains of her eyes till he was out of sight . Since the parting kiss was given , six ...
... side , And sent him to the war , the day she should have been his bride , And bade him bear a faithful heart to battle for the right , And held the fountains of her eyes till he was out of sight . Since the parting kiss was given , six ...
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... side ; His spurs are in his horse's sides , his hand casts loose the rein ; There's sweat upon the streaming flank , and foam upon the mane ; He speeds toward that olive bower , along the shaded hill : God shield the hapless maiden ...
... side ; His spurs are in his horse's sides , his hand casts loose the rein ; There's sweat upon the streaming flank , and foam upon the mane ; He speeds toward that olive bower , along the shaded hill : God shield the hapless maiden ...
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xxii psl. - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those who in their turn shall follow them.
xxii psl. - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone; the solemn brood of care . Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee.
xxiii psl. - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
82 psl. - The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea, And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe, when the wrathful Spirit of storms, Has made the top of the waves his own...
xxii psl. - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
xx 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.
xxiv psl. - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
146 psl. - THOU, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue...
192 psl. - When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power: In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror; In dreams his song of triumph heard; Then wore his monarch's signet ring: Then pressed that monarch's throne — a king; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
226 psl. - What is that mother ? The eagle, boy ! Proudly careering his course of joy, Firm, on his own mountain vigour relying, Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying ; His wing on the wind, and his eye on the sun, He swerves not a hair, but bears onward, right on. Boy, may the eagle's flight ever be thine, Onward and upward, and true to the line.