Gems from the American Poets: With Brief Biographical NoticesRufus Wilmot Griswold H. Hooker, 1844 - 120 psl. |
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... wind To a waterfowl The battle - field The death of the flowers To the past 38 - 40 41 43 45 JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE : Bronx - 47 JAMES G. PERCIVAL : Consumption Poetry The deserted wife The coral grove FITZ - GREENE HALLECK : On the death ...
... wind To a waterfowl The battle - field The death of the flowers To the past 38 - 40 41 43 45 JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE : Bronx - 47 JAMES G. PERCIVAL : Consumption Poetry The deserted wife The coral grove FITZ - GREENE HALLECK : On the death ...
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... winds on the beach , so mellow and clear , When the winds and the waves lie together asleep , And the moon and the fairy are watching the deep , She dispensing her silvery light , And he , his notes as silvery quite , While the boatman ...
... winds on the beach , so mellow and clear , When the winds and the waves lie together asleep , And the moon and the fairy are watching the deep , She dispensing her silvery light , And he , his notes as silvery quite , While the boatman ...
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... wind's low sigh . MY CHILD . I CANNOT make him dead ! His fair sunshiny head Is ever bounding round my study chair ; Yet , when my eyes , now dim With tears , I turn to him , The vision vanishes he is not there ! 1 I walk my parlour ...
... wind's low sigh . MY CHILD . I CANNOT make him dead ! His fair sunshiny head Is ever bounding round my study chair ; Yet , when my eyes , now dim With tears , I turn to him , The vision vanishes he is not there ! 1 I walk my parlour ...
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... wind blows cool , the scented ground Is breathing odours on the gale . Mid yon rich clouds ' voluptuous pile , Methinks some spirit of the air Might rest to gaze below a while , Then turn to bathe and revel there . The sun breaks forth ...
... wind blows cool , the scented ground Is breathing odours on the gale . Mid yon rich clouds ' voluptuous pile , Methinks some spirit of the air Might rest to gaze below a while , Then turn to bathe and revel there . The sun breaks forth ...
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... mourn its shade , The winds bewail the leafless tree , But none shall breathe a sigh for me ! My life is like the prints , which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand ; Soon as the rising tide shall beat , All trace AMERICAN POETS . 27.
... mourn its shade , The winds bewail the leafless tree , But none shall breathe a sigh for me ! My life is like the prints , which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand ; Soon as the rising tide shall beat , All trace AMERICAN POETS . 27.
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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.