Selections from the American Poets, Ausgabe 111Harper, 1840 - 316 Seiten |
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... Hear , in his tragic lay , Cordova's sage : " " The time may come , when numerous years are past , When ocean will unloose the bands of things , And an unbounded region rise at last ; And TYPHIS may disclose the mighty land , Far , far ...
... Hear , in his tragic lay , Cordova's sage : " " The time may come , when numerous years are past , When ocean will unloose the bands of things , And an unbounded region rise at last ; And TYPHIS may disclose the mighty land , Far , far ...
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... hear the Pennsylvanians call thee Mush ! On Hudson's banks , while men of Belgic spawn Insult and eat thee by the name of Suppawn . All spurious appellations , void of truth ; I've better known thee from my earliest youth , Thy name is ...
... hear the Pennsylvanians call thee Mush ! On Hudson's banks , while men of Belgic spawn Insult and eat thee by the name of Suppawn . All spurious appellations , void of truth ; I've better known thee from my earliest youth , Thy name is ...
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... hear no more ? Had . You bade [ fold Explain my words , almost reproached me , sweet , For what by accident escaped me . Tam . Ah ! A little - something tell me ― sure not all Were words inhibited . Had . Then promise never , Never to ...
... hear no more ? Had . You bade [ fold Explain my words , almost reproached me , sweet , For what by accident escaped me . Tam . Ah ! A little - something tell me ― sure not all Were words inhibited . Had . Then promise never , Never to ...
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... hear them . Had . But why contemn a spirit's love ? so high , So glorious , if he haply deigned ? Tam . Forswear My Maker ! love a demon ! Had . No - oh , no— My thoughts but wandered . Oft , alas ! they wander . Tam . Why dost thou ...
... hear them . Had . But why contemn a spirit's love ? so high , So glorious , if he haply deigned ? Tam . Forswear My Maker ! love a demon ! Had . No - oh , no— My thoughts but wandered . Oft , alas ! they wander . Tam . Why dost thou ...
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... hear thy gentler voice , The valleys listen , and their swains rejoice ; But when , on some wild mountain's awful form , We hear thy spirit chanting to the storm , Of battling chiefs , and armies laid in gore , 66 WILLIAM CLIFTON .
... hear thy gentler voice , The valleys listen , and their swains rejoice ; But when , on some wild mountain's awful form , We hear thy spirit chanting to the storm , Of battling chiefs , and armies laid in gore , 66 WILLIAM CLIFTON .
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Ajalon amid art thou beam beauty beneath bird bless'd bloom blue bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright brow charm cheek clouds cold courser dark dead death deep dost dread dreams earth EARTH'S CHILDREN fair fear flowers forest frostwork gaze gentle Gibeon glorious glory glow grave green HADAD hand hast Hasty Pudding hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour leaves light lips living lonely look maize Miriam moon morning mountain muse night o'er ocean pale pass'd peace Piso red planet Mars rill round seraph shade shadows shine shore silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stamp'd stars stood storm stream sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought tide tomb trees Twas vex'd voice wake wandering waters wave wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT winds wings woods young youth
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Seite 282 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Seite 202 - 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.
Seite 159 - Deep in the wave is a Coral Grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine.
Seite 281 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Seite 282 - He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
Seite 86 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Seite 134 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Seite 97 - From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side ! Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life, to thy unceasing roar ! And yet, bold Babbler 1 what art thou to Him, Who drowned a world, and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ? — a light wave, That breaks and whispers of its Maker's might 1 BRAINARD.
Seite 185 - And he cried unto the Lord ; and the Lord showed him a tree, which when he had cast into the waters, the waters were made sweet...
Seite 90 - The elfin cast a glance around, As he lighted down from his courser toad, Then round his breast his wings he wound, And close to the river's brink he strode ; He sprang on a rock, he breathed a prayer...