The Poets of America, 1 tomasJohn Keese S. Colman, 1840 |
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... worthy of perusal and pres- ervation . He commends it then to the library and the boudoir . He trusts that the bright glance of the beautiful and the accomplished , will al- 12 PREFACE . ways rest upon its pages with pleasure.
... worthy of perusal and pres- ervation . He commends it then to the library and the boudoir . He trusts that the bright glance of the beautiful and the accomplished , will al- 12 PREFACE . ways rest upon its pages with pleasure.
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John Keese. 12 PREFACE . ways rest upon its pages with pleasure , and that even the sobriety of scholarship , and the sternness of criticism , will sometimes kindle into the enthu- siasm of praise . • ·
John Keese. 12 PREFACE . ways rest upon its pages with pleasure , and that even the sobriety of scholarship , and the sternness of criticism , will sometimes kindle into the enthu- siasm of praise . • ·
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... Rest Shakspeare Ode PIERPONT 150 SPRAGUE 152 Alnwick Castle HALLECK 162 Dirge of Alaric EVERETT 167 Last Evening before Eternity HILHOUSE 171 Death of an Infant SIGOURNEY 173 The Smile of Innocence Memory New England A Health DAVIDSON ...
... Rest Shakspeare Ode PIERPONT 150 SPRAGUE 152 Alnwick Castle HALLECK 162 Dirge of Alaric EVERETT 167 Last Evening before Eternity HILHOUSE 171 Death of an Infant SIGOURNEY 173 The Smile of Innocence Memory New England A Health DAVIDSON ...
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... rest on Orion's starry belt , And I will bid my sylphs to sing The song that makes the dew - mist melt ; Their harps are of the umber shade , That hides the blush of waking day , And every gleamy string is made Of silvery moonshine's ...
... rest on Orion's starry belt , And I will bid my sylphs to sing The song that makes the dew - mist melt ; Their harps are of the umber shade , That hides the blush of waking day , And every gleamy string is made Of silvery moonshine's ...
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... rest And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou ' rt gone ; the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon ...
... rest And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou ' rt gone ; the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon ...
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ALARIC ALNWICK CASTLE beam beauty bending beneath bird blue bosom bough bowers BOZZARIS breast breath breeze bright brow charm cheek cloud courser crimson CULPRIT FAY dark death deep dream earth elfin fading fair fairy float flowers forest gale gaze gems gentle glance gleam glorious glory glow golden Greece green GREEN RIVER grove hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour land leap light lonely lyre moonlight morning N. P. WILLIS night o'er old oaken bucket pale passed Pindus purple rock rose round scene shade SHAKSPEARE ODE shine shore sigh silent moon silver sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream summer sweet swelling sylphs tear THANATOPSIS thee thine thou art thoughts throne tone tree Twas VISIGOTH VISIT FROM ST voice wandering water-sprites waters wave ween wild winds wing witch-hazel woods young
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