The Chief American Poets: Selected Poems by Bryant, Poe, Emerson, Longfellow, Whittier, Holmes, Lowell, Whitman and Lanier; Ed., with Notes, Reference Lists and Biographical SketchesCurtis Hidden Page Houghton, Mifflin, 1905 - 713 psl. |
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... fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts , or fill , With all the waters of the firmament , The swift dark whirlwind that uproots the woods And drowns the villages ; when , at thy call , Uprises the great deep and throws himself Upon ...
... fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts , or fill , With all the waters of the firmament , The swift dark whirlwind that uproots the woods And drowns the villages ; when , at thy call , Uprises the great deep and throws himself Upon ...
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... fire , They grasp their arms in vain , And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again ; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind , And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind . Then sweet the hour that brings ...
... fire , They grasp their arms in vain , And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again ; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind , And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind . Then sweet the hour that brings ...
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... fire , Till we all wonder it is grown so late . Uncle John . The story of the witch that ground to death Two children in her mill , or will you have The tale of Goody Cutpurse ? Alice . Nay , now , nay ; Those stories are too childish ...
... fire , Till we all wonder it is grown so late . Uncle John . The story of the witch that ground to death Two children in her mill , or will you have The tale of Goody Cutpurse ? Alice . Nay , now , nay ; Those stories are too childish ...
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... fire , 80 And the soft south - wind was the wind of death . Away they flew , all with a pretty scowl Upon their childish faces , to the north , Or scampered upward to the mountain's top , And there defied their enemy , the Spring ...
... fire , 80 And the soft south - wind was the wind of death . Away they flew , all with a pretty scowl Upon their childish faces , to the north , Or scampered upward to the mountain's top , And there defied their enemy , the Spring ...
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... fire the blood at will ? Let thine own eyes o'erflow ; So shalt thou frame a lay That haply may endure from age to age , And they who read shall say : 51 What witchery hangs upon this poet's page ! What art is his the written spells to ...
... fire the blood at will ? Let thine own eyes o'erflow ; So shalt thou frame a lay That haply may endure from age to age , And they who read shall say : 51 What witchery hangs upon this poet's page ! What art is his the written spells to ...
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The Chief American Poets Selected Poems by Bryant, Poe, Emerson, Longfellow ... Curtis Hidden Page Visos knygos peržiūra - 1905 |
The Chief American Poets Selected Poems by Bryant, Poe, Emerson, Longfellow ... Curtis Hidden Page Visos knygos peržiūra - 1905 |
The Chief American Poets Selected Poems by Bryant, Poe, Emerson, Longfellow ... Curtis Hidden Page Visos knygos peržiūra - 1905 |
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Acadian beauty behold beneath birds breath clouds dark dead dear death dream earth Edgar Allan Poe edition Emerson Evangeline eyes face feet flowers forest gleam golden grave green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha hills James Russell Lowell John Greenleaf Whittier Kenabeek land Laughing leaves Leaves of Grass light lips living Longfellow look Lowell maiden meadow mighty Mondamin moon morning mountains never night Nokomis o'er Osseo Pau-Puk-Keewis poem poet prairie Ralph Waldo Emerson river rose round sail sang shadow shining shore Sidney Lanier silent singing sleep smile snow song Song of Hiawatha soul sound Specimen Days spirit stars stood summer sunshine sweet thee thet thine things thou thought trees village voice Walt Whitman wampum wandering waves whisper Whittier wigwam wild wind woods words young youth
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