American PoetryC. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - 721 psl. |
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... Fall .. Sonnet to Zante . 231 Without and Within . The Haunted Palace . 232 Auf Wiedersehen . The Conqueror Worm . 232 Palinode . Dream - Land 233 Invita Minerva . The Origin of Didactic Poetry .. 297 Address Delivered at CONTENTS xi.
... Fall .. Sonnet to Zante . 231 Without and Within . The Haunted Palace . 232 Auf Wiedersehen . The Conqueror Worm . 232 Palinode . Dream - Land 233 Invita Minerva . The Origin of Didactic Poetry .. 297 Address Delivered at CONTENTS xi.
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... fall 130 That state obliterate he had at first : Nor youth , nor strength , nor wisdom spring again Nor habitations long their names retain , But in oblivion to the final day remain . 20 Shall I then praise the heavens , the trees , the ...
... fall 130 That state obliterate he had at first : Nor youth , nor strength , nor wisdom spring again Nor habitations long their names retain , But in oblivion to the final day remain . 20 Shall I then praise the heavens , the trees , the ...
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... fall To its late chaos ? Had thy rigid force Been dealt by retail , and not thus in gross , Grief had been silent . Now we must com- plain , Since thou , in him , hast more than thou- sand slain , Whose lives and safeties did so much ...
... fall To its late chaos ? Had thy rigid force Been dealt by retail , and not thus in gross , Grief had been silent . Now we must com- plain , Since thou , in him , hast more than thou- sand slain , Whose lives and safeties did so much ...
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... falls the silver Rain , 170 Thro ' which at first faint gleaming o'er the Plain , The Orb of Light scarce darts a wat❜ry Ray To gild the Drops that fall from ev'ry Spray ; But soon the dusky Vapours are dispell'd , And thro ' the Mist ...
... falls the silver Rain , 170 Thro ' which at first faint gleaming o'er the Plain , The Orb of Light scarce darts a wat❜ry Ray To gild the Drops that fall from ev'ry Spray ; But soon the dusky Vapours are dispell'd , And thro ' the Mist ...
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... fall : The humbled critic rolls in dust , So stunn'd , so bruis'd , he scarce can crawl . POLITICAL BALLADS DATE OBOLUM BELLESARIO 1 Written in the year 1777 As I travell'd o'er the plain , About the close of day , I chanc'd to wander ...
... fall : The humbled critic rolls in dust , So stunn'd , so bruis'd , he scarce can crawl . POLITICAL BALLADS DATE OBOLUM BELLESARIO 1 Written in the year 1777 As I travell'd o'er the plain , About the close of day , I chanc'd to wander ...
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American Poetry Percy Holmes Boynton,Howard Mumford Jones,George Sherburn,Frank Martindale Webster Visos knygos peržiūra - 1918 |
American Poetry Percy Holmes Boynton,Howard Mumford Jones,George Sherburn,Frank Martindale Webster Visos knygos peržiūra - 1918 |
American Poetry Percy Holmes Boynton,Howard Mumford Jones,George Sherburn,Frank Martindale Webster Visos knygos peržiūra - 1918 |
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ANNABEL LEE Anne Bradstreet arms Atlantic Monthly beauty bells beneath bird brave breast breath bright clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fame fate fear fight fire Fitz-Greene Halleck flame flowers forest freedom Freeman's Journal friends glory grace Graham's Magazine grave green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha hills JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE King land laugh leaves light live look Lord maize mighty Mondamin moon morning mountain Muse never night Nokomis o'er Osawatomie peace Philip Freneau poem poet proud rise round sail shade shadow shine shore silent sing skies sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars stream strong sweet Tamerlane thee thet thine things thou thought throne toil trees verse voice W. D. Howells wave wild wind wings wonder woods words York Evening Post
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365 psl. - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment and not sorrow. Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today. Art is long, and time is fleeting. And our hearts, though stout and brave. Still, like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
431 psl. - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
234 psl. - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
535 psl. - O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up— for you the flag is flung— for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd...
267 psl. - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
169 psl. - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
265 psl. - It shivered the window, pane and sash; It rent the banner with seam and gash. Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf. She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will. ' Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
400 psl. - It was two by the village clock When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown.
478 psl. - I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
529 psl. - When I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.