Selections from the American Poets: With Some Introductory RemarksW.F. Wakeman, 1834 - 357 psl. |
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... the bright And beauteous scene ; while far beyond them all , On many a lovely valley , out of sight , Was poured from the blue heavens , the same soft , golden light . I looked , and thought the quiet of the scene 2 BRYANT .
... the bright And beauteous scene ; while far beyond them all , On many a lovely valley , out of sight , Was poured from the blue heavens , the same soft , golden light . I looked , and thought the quiet of the scene 2 BRYANT .
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... heaven shall lie . THE SKIES . Ay , gloriously thou standest there , Beautiful , boundless firmament ! That , swelling wide o'er earth and air , And round the horizon bent , With that bright vault and sapphire wall , Dost overhang and ...
... heaven shall lie . THE SKIES . Ay , gloriously thou standest there , Beautiful , boundless firmament ! That , swelling wide o'er earth and air , And round the horizon bent , With that bright vault and sapphire wall , Dost overhang and ...
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... heaven's eternal year . Oh ! when , amid the throng of men , The heart grows sick of hollow mirth , How willingly we turn us , then , Away from this cold earth , And look into thy azure breast , For seats of innocence and rest ...
... heaven's eternal year . Oh ! when , amid the throng of men , The heart grows sick of hollow mirth , How willingly we turn us , then , Away from this cold earth , And look into thy azure breast , For seats of innocence and rest ...
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... bitter cup at first was given , When angry Justice frowned severe ; And ' tis the eternal doom of Heaven , That man must view the grave with fear . " ED . Make thee to shudder , and grow sick at heart 6 BRYANT . Thanatopsis.
... bitter cup at first was given , When angry Justice frowned severe ; And ' tis the eternal doom of Heaven , That man must view the grave with fear . " ED . Make thee to shudder , and grow sick at heart 6 BRYANT . Thanatopsis.
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... heaven , Are shining on the sad abodes of death , Through the still lapse of ages . All that tread The globe , are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom . Take the wings Of morning , and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or ...
... heaven , Are shining on the sad abodes of death , Through the still lapse of ages . All that tread The globe , are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom . Take the wings Of morning , and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or ...
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8 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 that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
4 psl. - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
200 psl. - Bozzaris ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's — One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
275 psl. - How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
274 psl. - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew!
38 psl. - WHEN breezes are soft and skies are fair, I steal an hour from study and care, And hie me away to the woodland scene, Where wanders the stream with waters of green, As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink Had given their stain to the wave they drink; And they, whose meadows it murmurs through, Have named the stream from its own fair hue.
88 psl. - The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own; And when the ship from his fury flies.
11 psl. - March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies , I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month! in praise of thee ; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.
153 psl. - From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer — The incense of the heart — may rise To Heaven, and find acceptance there.
7 psl. - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.