American PoetryC. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - 721 psl. |
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... hills , where Poets rear their tales , To heavenly vaults , which heav'nly sound repay By ecchoes sweet rebound , here Ladyes kiss , 40 Circling nor songs , nor dances circle miss ; But whilst those Syrens sung , I sunk in sea of bliss ...
... hills , where Poets rear their tales , To heavenly vaults , which heav'nly sound repay By ecchoes sweet rebound , here Ladyes kiss , 40 Circling nor songs , nor dances circle miss ; But whilst those Syrens sung , I sunk in sea of bliss ...
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... Hills are shook , the Earth is rent and torn , As if she should be clear dissolv'd , or from the Center born . The Sea doth roar , forsakes the shore , and shrinks away for fear ; The wild beasts flee into the Sea , so soon as he draws ...
... Hills are shook , the Earth is rent and torn , As if she should be clear dissolv'd , or from the Center born . The Sea doth roar , forsakes the shore , and shrinks away for fear ; The wild beasts flee into the Sea , so soon as he draws ...
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... Hills that shade Patapsco's Head ( In whose deep Vales he makes his stony Bed , From whence he rushes with resistless Force , 10 Tho ' huge rough Rocks retard his rapid Course , ) Down to Annapolis , on that smooth Stream Which took ...
... Hills that shade Patapsco's Head ( In whose deep Vales he makes his stony Bed , From whence he rushes with resistless Force , 10 Tho ' huge rough Rocks retard his rapid Course , ) Down to Annapolis , on that smooth Stream Which took ...
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... Hills , The Cattle feeding near the chrystal Rills ; The Lawns wide - op'ning to the sunny Ray , And mazy Thickets that exclude the Day . Awhile the Eye is pleas'd these Scenes to trace , Then hurrying o'er the intermediate space , Far ...
... Hills , The Cattle feeding near the chrystal Rills ; The Lawns wide - op'ning to the sunny Ray , And mazy Thickets that exclude the Day . Awhile the Eye is pleas'd these Scenes to trace , Then hurrying o'er the intermediate space , Far ...
36 psl.
... hills and plains . But these I leave , and for the aspiring muse , A nobler theme , a loftier subject choose . This is the season whose warm rays in- spire , Heroic bosoms with a martial fire : To war's alarms all softer pleasures yield ...
... hills and plains . But these I leave , and for the aspiring muse , A nobler theme , a loftier subject choose . This is the season whose warm rays in- spire , Heroic bosoms with a martial fire : To war's alarms all softer pleasures yield ...
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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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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.