Gems from the American Poets: With Brief Biographical NoticesRufus Wilmot Griswold H. Hooker, 1844 - 120 psl. |
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... sleeps he now alone : not one Of all the kings whose crowns he gave , Nor sire , nor brother , wife , nor son , Hath ever seen or sought his grave . Here sleeps he now alone ; the star That led 16.
... sleeps he now alone : not one Of all the kings whose crowns he gave , Nor sire , nor brother , wife , nor son , Hath ever seen or sought his grave . Here sleeps he now alone ; the star That led 16.
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With Brief Biographical Notices Rufus Wilmot Griswold. Here sleeps he now alone ; the star That led him on from crown to crown Hath sunk ; the nations from afar Gazed as it faded and went down . He sleeps alone : the mountain cloud That ...
With Brief Biographical Notices Rufus Wilmot Griswold. Here sleeps he now alone ; the star That led him on from crown to crown Hath sunk ; the nations from afar Gazed as it faded and went down . He sleeps alone : the mountain cloud That ...
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... sleep I wake , With my first breathing of the morning air My soul goes up , with joy , To Him who gave my boy , Then comes the sad thought that he is not there ! When at the day's calm close , Before we seek 18 GEMS FROM THE.
... sleep I wake , With my first breathing of the morning air My soul goes up , with joy , To Him who gave my boy , Then comes the sad thought that he is not there ! When at the day's calm close , Before we seek 18 GEMS FROM THE.
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... sleep Through death's untroubled night ; We are but two - O , let us keep The link that binds us bright . Heart leaps to heart - the sacred flood That warms us is the same ; That good old man - his honest blood Alike we fondly claim ...
... sleep Through death's untroubled night ; We are but two - O , let us keep The link that binds us bright . Heart leaps to heart - the sacred flood That warms us is the same ; That good old man - his honest blood Alike we fondly claim ...
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... sleep in the breast of the wooing rose : And the lip , that swell'd with a living glow , Is pale as a curl of new - fallen snow : And her cheek , like the Parian stone , is fair , - But the hectic spot that flushes there When the tide ...
... sleep in the breast of the wooing rose : And the lip , that swell'd with a living glow , Is pale as a curl of new - fallen snow : And her cheek , like the Parian stone , is fair , - But the hectic spot that flushes there When the tide ...
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Gems from the American Poets With Brief Biographical Notices Rufus Wilmot Griswold Peržiūra negalima - 1848 |
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angel beauty blue born bosom brave old world breast breath breeze bright brow bucket calm cheek clouds cold dark dead death deep dreams earth Excelsior face fair falchion feeling FITZ-GREENE HALLECK flowers gaze gentle glory glow gone grave green hand hath hear heart heaven holy hour JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE leaf leaves life's light lingering lips lone morning mourn myrtle and steel N. P. WILLIS night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pale pass'd passing poems prayer proud world RALPH WALDO EMERSON RICHARD HENRY WILDE ROSALIE CLARE rose round RUFUS DAWES SAMUEL WOODWORTH shade shadows shine shone shore sigh silent silver skies sleep slumber smile soft song soul sound spirit stars summer sweet swell tears thee thine thou art Thou hast thought tone tree voice WALTER COLTON WASHINGTON ALLSTON wave whispers wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings wither'd
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57 psl. - Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother's when she feels For the first time her first-born's breath! Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke!
40 psl. - Whither, 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.
105 psl. - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
41 psl. - ... And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. 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.
43 psl. - Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
73 psl. - I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon ; To whom the better elements And kindly stars have given A form so fair, that, like the air, Tis less of earth than heaven.
106 psl. - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
104 psl. - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
56 psl. - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth...
42 psl. - Truth crushed to earth, shall rise again The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.