The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth CenturyA. Hart, 1852 - 550 psl. |
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... Stars . ndy n By steps C An eis ... V The Bee 1ered City OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES , ( CONTINUED . ) The Star and the Water Lily .... The Music Grinders ... The Pud sopher to his Love ... L'Inconnue ... The Last Reader .... The Last Leaf ...
... Stars . ndy n By steps C An eis ... V The Bee 1ered City OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES , ( CONTINUED . ) The Star and the Water Lily .... The Music Grinders ... The Pud sopher to his Love ... L'Inconnue ... The Last Reader .... The Last Leaf ...
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... stars , But stars no more must point our daring way ; The Bear shall sink , and every guard be drowned , And great Arcturus scarce escape the sea , When southward we shall steer O grant my wish , Supply the bark , and bid Columbus sail ...
... stars , But stars no more must point our daring way ; The Bear shall sink , and every guard be drowned , And great Arcturus scarce escape the sea , When southward we shall steer O grant my wish , Supply the bark , and bid Columbus sail ...
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... stars her court attend , And bless'd , and union'd , silent lustre blend . COLUMBIA . COLUMBIA , Columbia , to glory ... star ; New bards and new sages , unrivall'd , shall soar To fame , unextinguish'd when time is no more ; To thee ...
... stars her court attend , And bless'd , and union'd , silent lustre blend . COLUMBIA . COLUMBIA , Columbia , to glory ... star ; New bards and new sages , unrivall'd , shall soar To fame , unextinguish'd when time is no more ; To thee ...
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... stars her watch to keep , So slept she now at noon . But not alone My spirit then : a light within me shone That was not mine ; and feelings undefined , And thoughts flow'd in upon me not my own . T was that deep mystery - for aye ...
... stars her watch to keep , So slept she now at noon . But not alone My spirit then : a light within me shone That was not mine ; and feelings undefined , And thoughts flow'd in upon me not my own . T was that deep mystery - for aye ...
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... star Had mingled with her light her sighs , And dropped them from the skies . No never came from aught below This ... stars beneath , Can mould a sadness like to this- So like angelic bliss . So , at that dreamy hour of day , When the ...
... star Had mingled with her light her sighs , And dropped them from the skies . No never came from aught below This ... stars beneath , Can mould a sadness like to this- So like angelic bliss . So , at that dreamy hour of day , When the ...
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The Poets and Poetry of America To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century Rufus Wilmot Griswold Visos knygos peržiūra - 1852 |
The Poets and Poetry of America To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century ... Rufus Wilmot Griswold Visos knygos peržiūra - 1853 |
The Poets and Poetry of America To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century Rufus Wilmot Griswold Visos knygos peržiūra - 1851 |
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168 psl. - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ! Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
319 psl. - Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
364 psl. - AY, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
168 psl. - At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest.
420 psl. - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting 'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
160 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.
419 psl. - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
320 psl. - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice, That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
319 psl. - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
190 psl. - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes 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, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.