The Chief American Poets: Selected Poems by Bryant, Poe, Emerson, Longfellow, Whittier, Holmes, Lowell, Whitman and Lanier; Ed., with Notes, Reference Lists and Biographical SketchesCurtis Hidden Page Houghton, Mifflin, 1905 - 713 Seiten |
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... hand Is on him , and the hour he dreads is come , Are writ among thy praises . But the good – Does he whom thy kind hand dismissed to peace , Upbraid the gentle violence that took off His fetters , and unbarred his prison - cell ? 30 ...
... hand Is on him , and the hour he dreads is come , Are writ among thy praises . But the good – Does he whom thy kind hand dismissed to peace , Upbraid the gentle violence that took off His fetters , and unbarred his prison - cell ? 30 ...
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... hand Drops the drawn knife . But , oh , most fearfully Dost thou show forth Heaven's justice , when thy shafts Drink up the ebbing spirit ΙΟΥ then the hard Of heart and violent of hand restores The treasure to the friendless wretch he ...
... hand Drops the drawn knife . But , oh , most fearfully Dost thou show forth Heaven's justice , when thy shafts Drink up the ebbing spirit ΙΟΥ then the hard Of heart and violent of hand restores The treasure to the friendless wretch he ...
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... hands Encountered in the battle - cloud . Ah ! never shall the land forget 1833 . How gushed the life - blood of her ... hand the standard wave , Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed The blast of triumph o'er thy grave . 1837 . 40 ...
... hands Encountered in the battle - cloud . Ah ! never shall the land forget 1833 . How gushed the life - blood of her ... hand the standard wave , Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed The blast of triumph o'er thy grave . 1837 . 40 ...
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... hand Grasps the broad shield , and one the sword ; thy brow , Glorious in beauty though it be , is scarred With ... hands : Thou wert twin - born with man . In plea- sant fields , While yet our race was few , thou sat'st with him , To ...
... hand Grasps the broad shield , and one the sword ; thy brow , Glorious in beauty though it be , is scarred With ... hands : Thou wert twin - born with man . In plea- sant fields , While yet our race was few , thou sat'st with him , To ...
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... hand in hand , And glorious must their triumph be ! September , 1861 . 1861 . THE LITTLE PEOPLE OF THE SNOW Alice . One of your old - world stories , Uncle John , Such as you tell us by the winter fire , Till we all wonder it is grown ...
... hand in hand , And glorious must their triumph be ! September , 1861 . 1861 . THE LITTLE PEOPLE OF THE SNOW Alice . One of your old - world stories , Uncle John , Such as you tell us by the winter fire , Till we all wonder it is grown ...
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Acadian beauty behold beneath birds breath clouds dark dead dear death dream earth Edgar Allan Poe edition Emerson Evangeline eyes face feet flowers forest gleam golden grave green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha hills James Russell Lowell John Greenleaf Whittier Kenabeek land Laughing leaves Leaves of Grass light lips living Longfellow look Lowell maiden meadow mighty Mondamin moon morning mountains never night Nokomis o'er Osseo Pau-Puk-Keewis poem poet prairie Ralph Waldo Emerson river rose round sail sang shadow shining shore Sidney Lanier silent singing sleep smile snow song Song of Hiawatha soul sound Specimen Days spirit stars stood summer sunshine sweet thee thet thine things thou thought trees village voice Walt Whitman wampum wandering waves whisper Whittier wigwam wild wind woods words young youth
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Seite 4 - 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...
Seite 577 - O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning ; Here Captain ! dear father ! This arm beneath your head ! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Seite 50 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Seite 51 - THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Seite 50 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door, Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door: Perched, and sat, and nothing more. 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...
Seite 364 - 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.
Seite 52 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb; And I said— "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?" She replied— "Ulalume— Ulalume— 'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!
Seite 208 - Of all my boyish dreams. And the burden of that old song, It murmurs and whispers Still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Seite 286 - And for him who sat by the chimney lug, Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only, 'It might have been.' Alas for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge ! God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
Seite 230 - It was one by the village clock, When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town.