The Poets and Poetry of AmericaJ. Miller, 1873 - 666 Seiten |
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... comes like a friend ; he relieves me from pain , And thy son , oh Alknomock ! has scorned to com- plain . The Battle ... come She brightens with her ray , And smiles o'er Nature's gaping tomb , When sickening to decay ! HUMAN FRAILTY ...
... comes like a friend ; he relieves me from pain , And thy son , oh Alknomock ! has scorned to com- plain . The Battle ... come She brightens with her ray , And smiles o'er Nature's gaping tomb , When sickening to decay ! HUMAN FRAILTY ...
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... comes the roaring storm ; With snows surcharged , from tops of mountains sails , Loads leafless trees , and fills ... come , But find them happy and content with home ; Their granaries fill'd - the task of culture past Warm at their fire ...
... comes the roaring storm ; With snows surcharged , from tops of mountains sails , Loads leafless trees , and fills ... come , But find them happy and content with home ; Their granaries fill'd - the task of culture past Warm at their fire ...
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... comes bounding on . The wild Morena rings anon , And on its brow the gallant Don , And gallant steed grow larger , la.ger ; And now he nears the mountain - hollow ; The flowery bank and little lake Now on his startled vision break- And ...
... comes bounding on . The wild Morena rings anon , And on its brow the gallant Don , And gallant steed grow larger , la.ger ; And now he nears the mountain - hollow ; The flowery bank and little lake Now on his startled vision break- And ...
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... come twinkling by , And sees it sip the flowret nigh ; Yet not , as once , with eager cry She grasps the pretty thing ... Comes from the very air I breathe . O , nothing , sure , the stars beneath , Can mould a sadness like to this- So ...
... come twinkling by , And sees it sip the flowret nigh ; Yet not , as once , with eager cry She grasps the pretty thing ... Comes from the very air I breathe . O , nothing , sure , the stars beneath , Can mould a sadness like to this- So ...
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... comes that - he is not there ! When , at the cool , gray break Of day , from sleep I wake , With my first breathing of the morning air My soul goes up , with joy , To Him who gave my boy , Then comes the sad thought that he is not there ...
... comes that - he is not there ! When , at the cool , gray break Of day , from sleep I wake , With my first breathing of the morning air My soul goes up , with joy , To Him who gave my boy , Then comes the sad thought that he is not there ...
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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.