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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... rest between . The First ends with that national metamorphosis of which the impassioned verse of a few writers , giving no uncertain sound , was the prophecy and inspiration . The antecedent struggle was so absorbing that any conception ...
... rest between . The First ends with that national metamorphosis of which the impassioned verse of a few writers , giving no uncertain sound , was the prophecy and inspiration . The antecedent struggle was so absorbing that any conception ...
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... rest , has been indicated , at this time especially innocuous and the safeguard against cloying ; meantime our new - fledged genius has not been listless , but testing the wing in fields outside the lyric hedgerows . In the near future ...
... rest , has been indicated , at this time especially innocuous and the safeguard against cloying ; meantime our new - fledged genius has not been listless , but testing the wing in fields outside the lyric hedgerows . In the near future ...
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... REST THE PILGRIM FATHERS MY CHILD Fitz Greene Halleck MARCO BOZZARIS ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE ALNWICK CASTLE BURNS . 888 33 THE AMERICAN FLAG . 9399 43 44 45 46 34 34 34 35 35 “ The Croakers ” ( HALLECK AND DRAKE ) -- COLONEL ...
... REST THE PILGRIM FATHERS MY CHILD Fitz Greene Halleck MARCO BOZZARIS ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE ALNWICK CASTLE BURNS . 888 33 THE AMERICAN FLAG . 9399 43 44 45 46 34 34 34 35 35 “ The Croakers ” ( HALLECK AND DRAKE ) -- COLONEL ...
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... rest ! Stranger , their humble groves adorn ; You too may fall , and ask a tear : Tis not the beauty of the morn That proves the evening shall be clear . They saw their injured country's woe , The flaming town , the wasted field ; Then ...
... rest ! Stranger , their humble groves adorn ; You too may fall , and ask a tear : Tis not the beauty of the morn That proves the evening shall be clear . They saw their injured country's woe , The flaming town , the wasted field ; Then ...
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... rest upon the wave , For thou , O Lord ! hast power to save . I know thou wilt not slight my call , For Thou dost mark the sparrow's fall ; And calm and peaceful shall I sleep , Rocked in the cradle of the deep . - When in the dead of ...
... rest upon the wave , For thou , O Lord ! hast power to save . I know thou wilt not slight my call , For Thou dost mark the sparrow's fall ; And calm and peaceful shall I sleep , Rocked in the cradle of the deep . - When in the dead of ...
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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.