Selections from the American Poets: With Some Introductory RemarksW.F. Wakeman, 1834 - 357 psl. |
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... strange , deep harmonies that haunt his breast ; Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows The shutting flower , and darkling waters pass , And ' twixt the o'ershadowing branches and the grass . The faint old man shall lean his silver ...
... strange , deep harmonies that haunt his breast ; Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows The shutting flower , and darkling waters pass , And ' twixt the o'ershadowing branches and the grass . The faint old man shall lean his silver ...
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... strange , Shall tell the home - sick mariner of the shore ; And , listening to thy murmur , he shall deem He hears the rustling leaf , and running stream . LINES ON REVISITING THE COUNTRY . I STAND upon my native hills again , Broad ...
... strange , Shall tell the home - sick mariner of the shore ; And , listening to thy murmur , he shall deem He hears the rustling leaf , and running stream . LINES ON REVISITING THE COUNTRY . I STAND upon my native hills again , Broad ...
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With Some Introductory Remarks. ९ He stops near his bower - his eye perceives Strange traces along the ground— At once , to the earth his burden he heaves , He breaks through the veil of boughs and leaves , And gains its door with a ...
With Some Introductory Remarks. ९ He stops near his bower - his eye perceives Strange traces along the ground— At once , to the earth his burden he heaves , He breaks through the veil of boughs and leaves , And gains its door with a ...
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... strange bright world , to behold The rock and the stream it knew of old . ' Tis a cruel creed , believe it not ! Death to the good is a milder lot . They are here - they are here - that harmless pair , In the yellow sunshine and flowing ...
... strange bright world , to behold The rock and the stream it knew of old . ' Tis a cruel creed , believe it not ! Death to the good is a milder lot . They are here - they are here - that harmless pair , In the yellow sunshine and flowing ...
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... strange words with the barbarous pen , And mingle among the jostling crowd , Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud- I often come to this quiet place , To breathe the airs that ruffle thy face , And gaze upon thee in silent dream ...
... strange words with the barbarous pen , And mingle among the jostling crowd , Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud- I often come to this quiet place , To breathe the airs that ruffle thy face , And gaze upon thee in silent dream ...
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Alaric amid April snow beams beauty bend beneath bird bloom blue bosom bounding high bower breast breath breeze bright brow cheek child clouds cold dark dead death deep dread dream earth fair fear flow flowers forest gale gaze gentle gloom glory glow golden golden sun grave green grer Hadad HARVARD COLLEGE hast hath hear heart heaven hills JAMES G land leaves light lips living lonely look maize Maquon morning mother mountain neath night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pale peace rills rock rose round scene shade shalt shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sunny sweet tears tempest thee There's thine thou art thought throne tide tomb tree Twas twill vale voice wake waters wave WEEHAWKEN wild wind wing winglets woods
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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.