The Poets and Poetry of AmericaJ. Miller, 1873 - 666 Seiten |
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... breath inhales , And feels more vigorous as the frost prevails . REVOLUTIONARY SOLDIERS . O , WHAT avails to trace ... breathing bronze or animated stone , Or where the canvass , starting into life , Revives the glories of the crimson ...
... breath inhales , And feels more vigorous as the frost prevails . REVOLUTIONARY SOLDIERS . O , WHAT avails to trace ... breathing bronze or animated stone , Or where the canvass , starting into life , Revives the glories of the crimson ...
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... breathe in pious strains . Yet this sublime obscurity , to me More touching is , than poet's rhapsody . They live in millions that now breathe ; They live in millions yet unborn , And pious gratitude shall wreathe As bright a crown as e ...
... breathe in pious strains . Yet this sublime obscurity , to me More touching is , than poet's rhapsody . They live in millions that now breathe ; They live in millions yet unborn , And pious gratitude shall wreathe As bright a crown as e ...
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... breath comes deathly cold upon his check ; Her touch is cold . - He wakes with piercing shriek . XXIV . He wakes ; but no relentings wake Within his angry , restless soul . " What , shall a dream Mar's purpose shake ? The gold will make ...
... breath comes deathly cold upon his check ; Her touch is cold . - He wakes with piercing shriek . XXIV . He wakes ; but no relentings wake Within his angry , restless soul . " What , shall a dream Mar's purpose shake ? The gold will make ...
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... breath . From " Factitious Life . " At last thou didst it well ! The dread command Came . and thou swept'st to death the breathing land ; And then once more , unto the silent heaven Thy lone and melancholy voice was given . And though ...
... breath . From " Factitious Life . " At last thou didst it well ! The dread command Came . and thou swept'st to death the breathing land ; And then once more , unto the silent heaven Thy lone and melancholy voice was given . And though ...
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... breathing shell ; Nor tongue , or witching melody Its love in faltering accents tell ; Nor flushing cheek , nor languid ... breath pour in my ear The trifles Love delights to hear : But , living , loveless , hopeless , I Unmourned and ...
... breathing shell ; Nor tongue , or witching melody Its love in faltering accents tell ; Nor flushing cheek , nor languid ... breath pour in my ear The trifles Love delights to hear : But , living , loveless , hopeless , I Unmourned and ...
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Seite 477 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Seite 218 - They fought, like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered— but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Seite 210 - 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.
Seite 172 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there. And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Seite 300 - IN May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals fallen in the pool Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that, if eyes were made for seeing, Then beauty is its...
Seite 477 - tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly — Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their condor wings Invisible Woe!
Seite 478 - But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate, (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.
Seite 210 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Ea'ch dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Seite 82 - As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, — and St. Nicholas too. And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes...
Seite 171 - No, they are all unchained again: The clouds Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath, The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye; Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase The sunny ridges.