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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... SILENT SUN 225 . MANNAHATTA 226 ON THE DEFEAT OF A GREAT MAN TO ROSINA PICO . 244 • 244 • · FROM " CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY " . 226 OUT OF THE CRADLE ENDLESSLY ROCK- Henry Howard Brownell ING . 227 TO THE MAN - OF - WAR - BIRD • 230 FROM ...
... SILENT SUN 225 . MANNAHATTA 226 ON THE DEFEAT OF A GREAT MAN TO ROSINA PICO . 244 • 244 • · FROM " CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY " . 226 OUT OF THE CRADLE ENDLESSLY ROCK- Henry Howard Brownell ING . 227 TO THE MAN - OF - WAR - BIRD • 230 FROM ...
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... silent sadness up . A nation's glory - be the rest Forgot she's canonized his mind ; And it is joy to speak the best We may of human kind . I've stood beside the cottage - bed Where the Bard - peasant first drew breath ; A straw ...
... silent sadness up . A nation's glory - be the rest Forgot she's canonized his mind ; And it is joy to speak the best We may of human kind . I've stood beside the cottage - bed Where the Bard - peasant first drew breath ; A straw ...
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... silent halls of death , Thou go not , like the quarry - slave at night , Scourged to his dungeon , but , sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust , approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him , and lies ...
... silent halls of death , Thou go not , like the quarry - slave at night , Scourged to his dungeon , but , sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust , approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him , and lies ...
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... silent fame , Forgotten arts , and wisdom disappeared . Thine for a space are they — Yet shalt thou yield thy treasures up at last : Thy gates shall yet give way , Thy bolts shall fall , inexorable Past ! Has All that of good and fair ...
... silent fame , Forgotten arts , and wisdom disappeared . Thine for a space are they — Yet shalt thou yield thy treasures up at last : Thy gates shall yet give way , Thy bolts shall fall , inexorable Past ! Has All that of good and fair ...
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... silent ocean of the Past , a waste Of waters weltering over graves , its shores Strewn with the wreck of fleets where mast and bull Drop away piecemeal ; battlemented walls Frown idly , green with moss , and temples stand Unroofed ...
... silent ocean of the Past , a waste Of waters weltering over graves , its shores Strewn with the wreck of fleets where mast and bull Drop away piecemeal ; battlemented walls Frown idly , green with moss , and temples stand Unroofed ...
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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.