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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... land ye love , to form 20 A bulwark that no foe can break . Stand , like your own gray cliffs that mock The whirlwind , stand in her defence ; 30 The blast as soon shall move the rock As rushing squadrons bear ye thence . And ye whose ...
... land ye love , to form 20 A bulwark that no foe can break . Stand , like your own gray cliffs that mock The whirlwind , stand in her defence ; 30 The blast as soon shall move the rock As rushing squadrons bear ye thence . And ye whose ...
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... land of battles , A breath from the land of graves . Full fast the leaves are dropping Before that wandering breath ; As fast , on the field of battle , Our brethren fall in death . Beautiful over my pathway The forest spoils are shed ...
... land of battles , A breath from the land of graves . Full fast the leaves are dropping Before that wandering breath ; As fast , on the field of battle , Our brethren fall in death . Beautiful over my pathway The forest spoils are shed ...
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... not long in Samarcand Ere , in a peasant's lowly guise , I sought my long - abandon'd land ; By sunset did its mountains rise In dusky grandeur to my eyes . Father , I firmly do believe - 1 I know 38 CHIEF AMERICAN POETS.
... not long in Samarcand Ere , in a peasant's lowly guise , I sought my long - abandon'd land ; By sunset did its mountains rise In dusky grandeur to my eyes . Father , I firmly do believe - 1 I know 38 CHIEF AMERICAN POETS.
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... LAND By a route obscure and lonely , Haunted by ill angels only , Where an Eidolon , named NIGHT , On a black throne reigns upright , I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule 40 1843 . From a wild weird clime that ...
... LAND By a route obscure and lonely , Haunted by ill angels only , Where an Eidolon , named NIGHT , On a black throne reigns upright , I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule 40 1843 . From a wild weird clime that ...
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... land , Whose groves the frolic fairies planned ; Where arches green , the livelong day , Echo the blackbird's roundelay , And vulgar feet have never trod A spot that is sacred to thought and God . 10 20 O , when I am safe in my sylvan ...
... land , Whose groves the frolic fairies planned ; Where arches green , the livelong day , Echo the blackbird's roundelay , And vulgar feet have never trod A spot that is sacred to thought and God . 10 20 O , when I am safe in my sylvan ...
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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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4 psl. - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At...
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52 psl. - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb; And I said— "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?" She replied— "Ulalume— Ulalume— 'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!
208 psl. - Of all my boyish dreams. And the burden of that old song, It murmurs and whispers Still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
286 psl. - And for him who sat by the chimney lug, Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only, 'It might have been.' Alas for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge ! God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
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