The Oxford Book of American VerseBliss Carman Oxford University Press, 1927 - 680 Seiten |
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... rest . His bow , for action ready bent , And arrows , with a head of stone , Can only mean that life is spent , And not the old ideas gone . 1752-1832 — Thou , stranger , that shalt come this way 3 AUTHOR UNKNOWN PHILIP FRENEAU 1752 ...
... rest . His bow , for action ready bent , And arrows , with a head of stone , Can only mean that life is spent , And not the old ideas gone . 1752-1832 — Thou , stranger , that shalt come this way 3 AUTHOR UNKNOWN PHILIP FRENEAU 1752 ...
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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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... Rest thee there is no prouder grave , ― Even in her own proud climc . She wore no funeral - weeds for thee , Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume Like torn branch from death's leafless tree In sorrow's pomp and pageantry , The ...
... Rest thee there is no prouder grave , ― Even in her own proud climc . She wore no funeral - weeds for thee , Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume Like torn branch from death's leafless tree In sorrow's pomp and pageantry , The ...
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... rest , and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living , and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny . The gay will laugh When thou art gone , the solemn brood of care Plod on , and each one ...
... rest , and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living , and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny . The gay will laugh When thou art gone , the solemn brood of care Plod on , and each one ...
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... rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet , on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon ...
... rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet , on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon ...
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Seite 16 - WHEN Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there ! She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle-bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land...
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 148 - 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 - 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 51 - Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Seite 155 - HAVE you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, » And then, of a sudden, it — ah, but stay, I'll tell you what happened without delay, Scaring the parson into fits, Frightening people out of their wits, — Have you ever heard of that, I say? Seventeen hundred and fifty-five...
Seite 61 - TF 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 14 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Seite 171 - Loud! loud! loud! Loud I call to you, my love! High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves, Surely you must know who is here, is here, You must know who I am, my love.