The Oxford Book of American VerseBliss Carman Oxford University Press, 1927 - 680 Seiten |
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... spirit which we find in the verse of our own times . And in view of our present spiritual needs I could not help recalling Matthew Arnold's declaration that “ the future of poetry is immense , " and the saying of Emerson , that serene ...
... spirit which we find in the verse of our own times . And in view of our present spiritual needs I could not help recalling Matthew Arnold's declaration that “ the future of poetry is immense , " and the saying of Emerson , that serene ...
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... Spirits EDGAR ALLAN POE 1809-1849 The Raven The Bells Ulalume The Haunted Palace The City in the Sea The Sleeper Annabel Lee . To Helen To One in Paradise . III 114 116 117 121 124 125 132 136 139 140 142 144 146 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ...
... Spirits EDGAR ALLAN POE 1809-1849 The Raven The Bells Ulalume The Haunted Palace The City in the Sea The Sleeper Annabel Lee . To Helen To One in Paradise . III 114 116 117 121 124 125 132 136 139 140 142 144 146 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ...
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... Spirit Loosed Upon the Air 329 We Lay Us Down to Sleep 330 The House of Death 331 CELIA THAXTER 1836-1894 May Morning . 332 THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH 1836-1907 " I Vex Me Not With Brooding on the Years " " Enamored Architect of Airy Rhyme ...
... Spirit Loosed Upon the Air 329 We Lay Us Down to Sleep 330 The House of Death 331 CELIA THAXTER 1836-1894 May Morning . 332 THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH 1836-1907 " I Vex Me Not With Brooding on the Years " " Enamored Architect of Airy Rhyme ...
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... spirit , praying For our boy's spirit , though he is not there ! — - Not there ! Where , then , is he ? The form I used to see Was but the raiment that he used to wear ; The grave that now doth press Upon that cast - 9 JOHN PIERPONT.
... spirit , praying For our boy's spirit , though he is not there ! — - Not there ! Where , then , is he ? The form I used to see Was but the raiment that he used to wear ; The grave that now doth press Upon that cast - 9 JOHN PIERPONT.
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... spirit - land , Meeting at thy right hand , " Twill be our heaven to find that he is there ! ― FITZ - GREENE HALLECK Marco Bozzaris 1790-1867 7 . T midnight , in his guarded tent , AT The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece , her ...
... spirit - land , Meeting at thy right hand , " Twill be our heaven to find that he is there ! ― FITZ - GREENE HALLECK Marco Bozzaris 1790-1867 7 . T midnight , in his guarded tent , AT The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece , her ...
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Abraham Davenport Annabel Lee Auber beauty bells Ben Bolt beneath bird bloom blow blue breast breath bright dark dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair feet flowers gay beat gleam glory gold grass grave gray green hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills king knew land laugh leaves light lips live look Marblehead Maryland Maud Muller moon morning mother never Nevermore night o'er old Kentucky home Old North Church Osawatomie Osawatomie Brown peace poems Quoth the Raven rose round sail Sandalphon shade shadows shine ship shore silence sing sleep smile snow song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound stars stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought town tree Ulalume voice walk wall watch wave wild wind wings wonder woods word youth
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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.