American PoetryC. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - 721 psl. |
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... o'er . Hark how the Thunder rolls with solemn Sound ! And see the forceful Lightning dart a Wound 150 On yon tall Oak ! -Behold its Top laid bare ! Its Body rent , and scatter'd thro ' the Air The Splinters fly ! -Now - now the Winds ...
... o'er . Hark how the Thunder rolls with solemn Sound ! And see the forceful Lightning dart a Wound 150 On yon tall Oak ! -Behold its Top laid bare ! Its Body rent , and scatter'd thro ' the Air The Splinters fly ! -Now - now the Winds ...
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... o'er past , -a Course of thirty Years , Blest with few joys , perplex'd with num'- rous Cares . In the dim Twilight of our Infancy , Scarce can the Eye surrounding Objects see . Then thoughtless Childhood leads pleas'd and gay , us 289 ...
... o'er past , -a Course of thirty Years , Blest with few joys , perplex'd with num'- rous Cares . In the dim Twilight of our Infancy , Scarce can the Eye surrounding Objects see . Then thoughtless Childhood leads pleas'd and gay , us 289 ...
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... o'er the Plains , And binds the frozen Floods in adaman- tine Chains ; Th ' advancing Sun by his prolific Ray Warms the cold Air , and drives the damps away ; 20 A gen'ral Thaw ensues , the Waters rore , Break their cold Bands , and ...
... o'er the Plains , And binds the frozen Floods in adaman- tine Chains ; Th ' advancing Sun by his prolific Ray Warms the cold Air , and drives the damps away ; 20 A gen'ral Thaw ensues , the Waters rore , Break their cold Bands , and ...
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... o'er the sapless Wood . AUGUST Bear me to some cool Arbour's pleasing Shade , By curling Vines and lofty Poplars made , Or , in the Covert of some lonely Grove , Fan'd by refreshing Zephyr's may I rove , Where some still Stream it's ...
... o'er the sapless Wood . AUGUST Bear me to some cool Arbour's pleasing Shade , By curling Vines and lofty Poplars made , Or , in the Covert of some lonely Grove , Fan'd by refreshing Zephyr's may I rove , Where some still Stream it's ...
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... o'er the im- purpled plain ; Where victor's shouts , and vanquish'd warriors ' cries In clouds of smoke promiscuously arise , And undistinguish'd reach the vaulted skies ; Where desolation stalks the tragic field , 40 Where Britons ...
... o'er the im- purpled plain ; Where victor's shouts , and vanquish'd warriors ' cries In clouds of smoke promiscuously arise , And undistinguish'd reach the vaulted skies ; Where desolation stalks the tragic field , 40 Where Britons ...
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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!
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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.
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