Readings in American Poetry: For the Use of SchoolsJohn C. Riker, 1843 - 264 psl. |
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... 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 . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour ...
... 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 . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour ...
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... hour , New notes to swell the music of the groves . And soon the latest of the feather'd train At evening twilight come ; the lonely snipe , O'er marshy fields , high in the dusky air , Invisible , but with faint , tremulous tones ...
... hour , New notes to swell the music of the groves . And soon the latest of the feather'd train At evening twilight come ; the lonely snipe , O'er marshy fields , high in the dusky air , Invisible , but with faint , tremulous tones ...
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... hour , as shines the moon , A sheet of silver spreads below , And swift she cuts , at highest noon , Light clouds , like wreaths of purest snow . On thy fair bosom , silver lake , Oh ! I could ever sweep the oar , When early birds at ...
... hour , as shines the moon , A sheet of silver spreads below , And swift she cuts , at highest noon , Light clouds , like wreaths of purest snow . On thy fair bosom , silver lake , Oh ! I could ever sweep the oar , When early birds at ...
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... hour ; With voice as low , as gentle , and caressing As e'er won maiden's lip in moonlight bower ; With look , like patient Job's , eschewing evil ; With motions graceful as a bird's in air ; Thou art in sober truth , the yeriest devil ...
... hour ; With voice as low , as gentle , and caressing As e'er won maiden's lip in moonlight bower ; With look , like patient Job's , eschewing evil ; With motions graceful as a bird's in air ; Thou art in sober truth , the yeriest devil ...
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... hours : A feeling that is like a sense of wings , Restless to soar above these perishing things . We pass out from the city's feverish hum , To find refreshment in the silent woods ; And Nature , that is beautiful and dumb , Like a cool ...
... hours : A feeling that is like a sense of wings , Restless to soar above these perishing things . We pass out from the city's feverish hum , To find refreshment in the silent woods ; And Nature , that is beautiful and dumb , Like a cool ...
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ALBERT PIKE ALNWICK CASTLE beauty beneath bird blessed bands bloom blue breast breath breeze bright brow CARLOS WILCOX cheek cloud cold dark dead death deep dream earth Excelsior faded fair FITZ-GREENE HALLECK flowers forest gale gaze gentle gloom glorious glory glow grave GRAY FOREST-EAGLE green hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY W hills hour lake land leaves life's light lips lonely look morning mountain N. P. WILLIS night o'er pale pass'd pinions pour'd prayer R. H. DANA round sail shade shore sigh silent sleep slumbers smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweep sweet swell tears thee thine Thou art thou hast thoughts throne thundering bands tomb tree twilight URSA MAJOR voice WASHINGTON ALLSTON waters waves weary whip-poor-will wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT winds wing woods youth
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83 psl. - Toiling—rejoicing—sorrowing— Onward through life he goes : Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted—something done, Has earn'da night's repose. 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.
150 psl. - AT, tear her tatter'd ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle-shout, And burst the cannon's roar; The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more I Her deck, once red with heroes
150 psl. - hulk Should sink beneath the wave; Her thunders shook the mighty deep, And there should be her grave; Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms,— The lightning and the gale!
62 psl. - the hours of Day are number'd, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul that slumber'd, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful firelight Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed
13 psl. - voice—Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form is laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that
258 psl. - The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain, And patter their doleful prayers ;— But their prayers are all in vain, All in vain! There he stands, in the foul weather, The foolish, fond Old Year, Crown'd with wild flowers and with heather, Like weak, despised Lear, A king,—a king
104 psl. - fly In triumph o'er his closing eye. Flag of the free heart's hope and home! By angel hands to valour given; Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. For ever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us! THE
63 psl. - Utter'd not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. Oh, though oft depress'd and lonely, All my fears are laid aside If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died I
20 psl. - solemn main, A forlorn and shipwreck'd brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait.
44 psl. - BRYANT. THOU unrelenting Past! Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain, And fetters, sure and fast, Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign. Far in thy realm withdrawn Old empires sit in sullenness and gloom, And glorious ages gone Lie deep within the shadow of thy womb. Childhood, with all its mirth, Youth, manhood,