The Poets and Poetry of AmericaJ. Miller, 1873 - 666 psl. |
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... Bird .... September , from the same ...... .......... 186 The Moss supplicateth for the Poet ...... Sunset in September , from the same .... .......... 187 Washington Allston ..... RICHARD HENRY WILDE Ode to Ease ...... Summer Evening ...
... Bird .... September , from the same ...... .......... 186 The Moss supplicateth for the Poet ...... Sunset in September , from the same .... .......... 187 Washington Allston ..... RICHARD HENRY WILDE Ode to Ease ...... Summer Evening ...
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... Bird's Song .. .244 The Indian's Bride .. .288 To the Daughter of a Friend .. 244 Song .... 289 Salmon River .... WALTER COLTON .. The Sailor ..... .244 A Health .... 289 245 The Voyager's Song .. .290 .246 A Picture - Song .. 290 My ...
... Bird's Song .. .244 The Indian's Bride .. .288 To the Daughter of a Friend .. 244 Song .... 289 Salmon River .... WALTER COLTON .. The Sailor ..... .244 A Health .... 289 245 The Voyager's Song .. .290 .246 A Picture - Song .. 290 My ...
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... Bird of the Bastile ... .424 ALBERT PIKE ... ..425 Hymns to the Gods .. .426 The City in the Sea ........... .468 .468 ... 468 ..469 .470 To Neptune .. To Apollo ...... To Venus ........ To Diana ....... To Mercury .......... To Bacchus .
... Bird of the Bastile ... .424 ALBERT PIKE ... ..425 Hymns to the Gods .. .426 The City in the Sea ........... .468 .468 ... 468 ..469 .470 To Neptune .. To Apollo ...... To Venus ........ To Diana ....... To Mercury .......... To Bacchus .
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... bird swing ; ) And she held to her bosom a budding bouquet , And , as she enjoy'd it , she seem'd to say , " Passing away ! passing away ! " O , how bright were the wheels , that told Of the lapse of time , as they moved round slow ...
... bird swing ; ) And she held to her bosom a budding bouquet , And , as she enjoy'd it , she seem'd to say , " Passing away ! passing away ! " O , how bright were the wheels , that told Of the lapse of time , as they moved round slow ...
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... bird's plaining note , the wild , sharp call , Share thy own spirit : it is sadness all ! How dark and stern upon thy waves looks down Yonder tall cliff - he with the iron crown . And see ! those sable pines along the steep , Are come ...
... bird's plaining note , the wild , sharp call , Share thy own spirit : it is sadness all ! How dark and stern upon thy waves looks down Yonder tall cliff - he with the iron crown . And see ! those sable pines along the steep , Are come ...
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The Poets and Poetry of America– With an Historical Introduction Rufus Wilmot Griswold Visos knygos peržiūra - 1842 |
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477 psl. - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
218 psl. - They fought, like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered— but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
210 psl. - The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down.
172 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.
300 psl. - IN May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals fallen in the pool Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that, if eyes were made for seeing, Then beauty is its...
477 psl. - tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly — Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their condor wings Invisible Woe!
478 psl. - But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate, (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.
210 psl. - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Ea'ch dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
82 psl. - As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, — and St. Nicholas too. And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes...
171 psl. - No, they are all unchained again: The clouds Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath, The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye; Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase The sunny ridges.