American Poems, 1776-1900: With Notes and BiographiesAmerican Book Company, 1905 - 368 σελίδες |
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... o'er moistening dews , In habit for the chase arrayed , The hunter still the deer pursues , The hunter and the deer -a shade ! And long shall timorous Fancy see The painted chief , and pointed spear , And Reason's self shall bow the ...
... o'er moistening dews , In habit for the chase arrayed , The hunter still the deer pursues , The hunter and the deer -a shade ! And long shall timorous Fancy see The painted chief , and pointed spear , And Reason's self shall bow the ...
Σελίδα 18
... o'er ; Weep on , ye springs , your tearful tide ; How many heroes are no more ! If in this wreck of ruin they Can yet be thought to claim a tear , O smite thy gentle breast , and say The friends of freedom slumber here ! Thou , who ...
... o'er ; Weep on , ye springs , your tearful tide ; How many heroes are no more ! If in this wreck of ruin they Can yet be thought to claim a tear , O smite thy gentle breast , and say The friends of freedom slumber here ! Thou , who ...
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... O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ! And the rocket's red glare , the bombs bursting in air , Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ; O ! say , does that star - spangled banner yet wave O'er ...
... O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ! And the rocket's red glare , the bombs bursting in air , Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ; O ! say , does that star - spangled banner yet wave O'er ...
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... O'er Moscow's towers , that shook the while , His eagle flag unrolled , and froze . - Here sleeps he now , alone ; —not one Of all the kings whose crowns he gave , Nor sire , nor brother , wife , nor son , Hath ever seen or sought his ...
... O'er Moscow's towers , that shook the while , His eagle flag unrolled , and froze . - Here sleeps he now , alone ; —not one Of all the kings whose crowns he gave , Nor sire , nor brother , wife , nor son , Hath ever seen or sought his ...
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... o'er the Haytian seas . 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 . She wore no funeral weeds for thee , Nor bade the dark hearse wave its ...
... o'er the Haytian seas . 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 . She wore no funeral weeds for thee , Nor bade the dark hearse wave its ...
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American Annabel Lee Arcady Auf wiedersehen battle beauty bells Ben Bolt bird bloom blue Blynken born Boston brave breast breath bright brow bugles Burns dark dead dear death died door dream Emerson eyes fame father flowers Furl gleaming glory grace grave gray green hand hath hear heart heaven hills Joaquin Miller John Burns Joseph Rodman Drake land laugh Lay him low light lips literary lives LONG'S Lowell Maryland mother N. P. Willis never Nevermore night o'er old Kentucky home Philip Freneau pine poet Ramoth rice swamp dank sail ship shore silent sing smile snow song soul spirit stars stood sweet tears thee thet thine THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH thou thought tree Twas Virginia voice volumes of verse wait wave wild wind York York city youth ΙΟ
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Σελίδα 196 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Σελίδα 158 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Σελίδα 196 - As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal. Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel — Since God is marching on.
Σελίδα 58 - 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.
Σελίδα 148 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Σελίδα 162 - Her deck once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee ; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea...
Σελίδα 58 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Σελίδα 59 - 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.
Σελίδα 58 - To be a brother to the insensible rock, And, to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Σελίδα 164 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.