The Oxford Book of American VerseBliss Carman Oxford University Press, 1927 - 680 Seiten |
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... In reading the final proofs of the Book I have been struck again by what seemed to me the most significant difference between the old poetry and the new . The old poetry by H comparison was to so great an extent imbued with a iv PREFACE.
... In reading the final proofs of the Book I have been struck again by what seemed to me the most significant difference between the old poetry and the new . The old poetry by H comparison was to so great an extent imbued with a iv PREFACE.
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... Seemed to Have Failed The Quaker Graveyard . Idleness . A Decanter of Madeira . PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE 1830-1886 A Little While I Fain Would Linger Yet A Storm in the Distance EMILY DICKINSON 1830-1886 Twenty - one Lyrics from " Life ...
... Seemed to Have Failed The Quaker Graveyard . Idleness . A Decanter of Madeira . PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE 1830-1886 A Little While I Fain Would Linger Yet A Storm in the Distance EMILY DICKINSON 1830-1886 Twenty - one Lyrics from " Life ...
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... seemed Less aged than the hoary trees and rocks Around them ; - and there have been holy men ― Who deemed it were not well to pass life thus . But let me often to these solitudes Retire , and in thy presence reassure My feeble virtue ...
... seemed Less aged than the hoary trees and rocks Around them ; - and there have been holy men ― Who deemed it were not well to pass life thus . But let me often to these solitudes Retire , and in thy presence reassure My feeble virtue ...
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... seemed to hear the chiding Sea Say , Pilgrim , why so late and slow to come ? Am I not always here , thy summer home ? Is not my voice thy music , morn and eve ? My breath thy healthful climate in the heats , My 52 RALPH WALDO EMERSON ...
... seemed to hear the chiding Sea Say , Pilgrim , why so late and slow to come ? Am I not always here , thy summer home ? Is not my voice thy music , morn and eve ? My breath thy healthful climate in the heats , My 52 RALPH WALDO EMERSON ...
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... seemed like the ceasing of exqui- site music . 47 . Introduction The Song of Hiawatha SHOULD you ask me , whence these stories ? Whence these legends and traditions , With the odors of the forest , With the dew and damp of meadows ...
... seemed like the ceasing of exqui- site music . 47 . Introduction The Song of Hiawatha SHOULD you ask me , whence these stories ? Whence these legends and traditions , With the odors of the forest , With the dew and damp of meadows ...
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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.