Gems from the American Poets: With Brief Biographical NoticesRufus Wilmot Griswold H. Hooker, 1844 - 120 Seiten |
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... rise , and wet the mountains near the sun , Then back into themselves in rivers run , Fulfilling mighty uses far and wide , Through earth , in air , or here , as ocean - tide . Ho ! how the giant heaves himself , and strains And flings ...
... rise , and wet the mountains near the sun , Then back into themselves in rivers run , Fulfilling mighty uses far and wide , Through earth , in air , or here , as ocean - tide . Ho ! how the giant heaves himself , and strains And flings ...
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... rise again . " The voice of prayer in the world of bliss ! But gladder , purer , than rose from this . The ransomed shout to their glorious King , Where no sorrow shades the soul as they sing ; But a sinless and joyous song they raise ...
... rise again . " The voice of prayer in the world of bliss ! But gladder , purer , than rose from this . The ransomed shout to their glorious King , Where no sorrow shades the soul as they sing ; But a sinless and joyous song they raise ...
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... rise up , and pulses bound Livelier , at coming of the wind of night ; And languishing to hear thy welcome sound , Lies the vast inland , stretch'd beyond the sight . Go forth , into the gathering shade ; go forth , - GOD's blessing ...
... rise up , and pulses bound Livelier , at coming of the wind of night ; And languishing to hear thy welcome sound , Lies the vast inland , stretch'd beyond the sight . Go forth , into the gathering shade ; go forth , - GOD's blessing ...
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... rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast , - The desert and illimitable air , - Lone wandering , but not lost . All day thy wings have fann'd , At that far height ...
... rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast , - The desert and illimitable air , - Lone wandering , but not lost . All day thy wings have fann'd , At that far height ...
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... rise again : The eternal years of GoD are hers ; But Error , wounded , writhes with pain , And dies among his worshippers . Yea , though thou lie upon the dust , When they who help'd thee flee in fear Die full of hope and manly trust ...
... rise again : The eternal years of GoD are hers ; But Error , wounded , writhes with pain , And dies among his worshippers . Yea , though thou lie upon the dust , When they who help'd thee flee in fear Die full of hope and manly trust ...
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Gems from the American Poets: With Brief Biographical Notices Rufus Wilmot Griswold Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 1848 |
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angel beauty blue born bosom brave old world breast breath breeze bright brow bucket calm cheek clouds cold dark dead death deep dreams earth Excelsior face fair falchion feeling FITZ-GREENE HALLECK flowers gaze gentle glory glow gone grave green hand hath hear heart heaven holy hour JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE leaves life's light lingering lips lone morning mourn myrtle and steel N. P. WILLIS night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pale pass'd passing poems prayer proud world RALPH WALDO EMERSON RICHARD HENRY WILDE ROSALIE CLARE rose round RUFUS DAWES SAMUEL WOODWORTH shade shadows shine shone shore sigh silent silver skies sleep slumber smile soft song soul sound spirit stars summer sweet swell tears that-he thee thine thou art Thou hast thought tone tree voice WALTER COLTON WASHINGTON ALLSTON wave whispers wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings wither'd
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 57 - Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother's when she feels For the first time her first-born's breath! Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke!
Seite 40 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 105 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Seite 41 - ... And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and 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 hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone Will lead my steps aright.
Seite 43 - Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
Seite 73 - I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon ; To whom the better elements And kindly stars have given A form so fair, that, like the air, Tis less of earth than heaven.
Seite 106 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Seite 104 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Seite 56 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth...
Seite 42 - Truth crushed to earth, shall rise again The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.