The Oxford Book of American VerseBliss Carman Oxford University Press, 1927 - 680 Seiten |
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Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abraham Davenport Annabel Lee beauty bells Ben Bolt beneath bird bloom blow blue brave breast breath bright Brown & Company cold Copyright dark dead dear death deep door doth dream earth eyes face fair flowers gay beat glory gold grass grave gray grow hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills king knew Lay him low light lips look lullaby song Maryland morning mother never Nevermore night o'er Old Brown old Kentucky home Osawatomie Brown peace poems Praxiteles Quoth the Raven rose round sail Sandalphon shadows shine shore silence sing Siva sleep smile snow song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought town tree Ulalume victor song voice wait walk wall wandering watch waves wild WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE wind wings woods youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 199 - In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me: As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Seite 177 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 0 Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Seite 15 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home; A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, there's no place like home!
Seite 41 - WOODMAN, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not! That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea, — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties; O, spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies!
Seite 66 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Seite 146 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Seite 46 - The hand that rounded Peter's dome And groined the aisles of Christian Rome Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew; — The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Seite 179 - WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Seite 61 - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again.
Seite 160 - I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.