The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth CenturyA. Hart, 1852 - 550 Seiten |
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... hast Rewarded us upon . O happie hee shall surely bee That taketh up , that eke Thy little ones against the stones Doth into pieces breake . Mrs. ANNE BRADSTREET , " the mirror of her THOMAS DUNSTER was the first president of Harvard ...
... hast Rewarded us upon . O happie hee shall surely bee That taketh up , that eke Thy little ones against the stones Doth into pieces breake . Mrs. ANNE BRADSTREET , " the mirror of her THOMAS DUNSTER was the first president of Harvard ...
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... hast in store : This was their song their cups among , The evening before . After the " sheep ” have received their re- ward , the several classes of " goats " are ar- raigned before the judgment - seat , and , in turn , begin to excuse ...
... hast in store : This was their song their cups among , The evening before . After the " sheep ” have received their re- ward , the several classes of " goats " are ar- raigned before the judgment - seat , and , in turn , begin to excuse ...
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... hast thou perform'd thy part , Since thy first entrance on the stage of life ; Or in the labours of the healing art , Or in fair Liberty's important strife . In med'cine skilful , and in warfare brave , In council steady , uncorrupt and ...
... hast thou perform'd thy part , Since thy first entrance on the stage of life ; Or in the labours of the healing art , Or in fair Liberty's important strife . In med'cine skilful , and in warfare brave , In council steady , uncorrupt and ...
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... hast said employs my thoughtful mind . But from the Trojans much I dread reproach , And Trojan dames whose garments sweep the If , like a coward , I should shun the war ; [ ground , Nor does my soul to such disgrace incline , Since to ...
... hast said employs my thoughtful mind . But from the Trojans much I dread reproach , And Trojan dames whose garments sweep the If , like a coward , I should shun the war ; [ ground , Nor does my soul to such disgrace incline , Since to ...
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... , First waked thy soul to poesy , To piety and love . " When thou , at call of vernal breeze , And beckoning bough of budding trees , Hast left thy sullen fire ; And stretch'd thee in some mossy dell , And heard 76 WASHINGTON ALLSTON .
... , First waked thy soul to poesy , To piety and love . " When thou , at call of vernal breeze , And beckoning bough of budding trees , Hast left thy sullen fire ; And stretch'd thee in some mossy dell , And heard 76 WASHINGTON ALLSTON .
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Seite 168 - 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 319 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. 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 364 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Seite 168 - At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. 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.
Seite 420 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting 'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Seite 160 - 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 419 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Seite 320 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice, That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
Seite 319 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Seite 190 - 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.