An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of American Poetry in the Nineteenth CenturyEdmund Clarence Stedman Houghton, Mifflin, 1900 - 878 Seiten |
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... face- Brothers ! our sorrows make us near . And then he stretched him all along , And laid his head upon my breast , Listening the water's peaceful song : How glad was I to tend his rest ! Then happier grew his soothed soul ; He turned ...
... face- Brothers ! our sorrows make us near . And then he stretched him all along , And laid his head upon my breast , Listening the water's peaceful song : How glad was I to tend his rest ! Then happier grew his soothed soul ; He turned ...
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... face to face Ne'er stood for death or life . Swords crossed that never met While nerve was in the hands that wielded them ; Hands better destined a fair family stem On these free shores to set . Kept crossed by gentlest bands ! Emblems ...
... face to face Ne'er stood for death or life . Swords crossed that never met While nerve was in the hands that wielded them ; Hands better destined a fair family stem On these free shores to set . Kept crossed by gentlest bands ! Emblems ...
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... face composed ; With children forward and behind , Like Cupids studiously inclined ; And he the chieftain paced beside , The centre of the troop allied , With sunny face of sweet repose , To guard the babe from fancied foes . The little ...
... face composed ; With children forward and behind , Like Cupids studiously inclined ; And he the chieftain paced beside , The centre of the troop allied , With sunny face of sweet repose , To guard the babe from fancied foes . The little ...
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... face . T was evening , and the half - descended sun Tipped with a golden fire the many domes Of Athens , and a yellow atmosphere Lay rich and dusky in the shaded street Through which the captive gazed . He had borne up With a stout ...
... face . T was evening , and the half - descended sun Tipped with a golden fire the many domes Of Athens , and a yellow atmosphere Lay rich and dusky in the shaded street Through which the captive gazed . He had borne up With a stout ...
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... face I look , His beautiful but thoughtful face , And , like a long - forgotten book , Its sweet , familiar meaning trace , Remembering a thousand things Which passed me on those golden wings , Which time has fettered now- Things that ...
... face I look , His beautiful but thoughtful face , And , like a long - forgotten book , Its sweet , familiar meaning trace , Remembering a thousand things Which passed me on those golden wings , Which time has fettered now- Things that ...
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Annabel Lee art thou beauty bells Ben Bolt beneath bird bloom blow Blynken brave breast breath bright brow cardinal bird child cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feet flame flowers glory glow golden grass grave gray green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills Israfel Joseph Rodman Drake Kingston Bridge kiss Kree land light lips live lonely look Lord lyre mighty moon morning neath never nevermore night o'er pass peace Poems poets rose round sail shadows shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow soft song Sonnets sorrow soul sound spirit stars strong summer sweet tears tell tempest thee thine things thou art thought tree verse voice W. D. Howells wave weary wild wind wings wood York City
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Seite 106 - Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Seite 146 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Seite 49 - 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.
Seite 147 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me ; Yes ! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Seite 150 - 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...
Seite 12 - O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets...
Seite 12 - O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps
Seite 145 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago), And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
Seite 89 - 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. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.
Seite 149 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.