Century Readings for a Course in American Literature, Band 2Fred Lewis Pattee Century Company, 1922 - 1012 Seiten |
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... thee doe not I : If chief joyes or'e I prise not more Jerusalem my joy . Remember Lord , Edoms sons word , unto the ground said they , it rase . it rase , when as it was Jerusalem her day Blest shall he bee , that prayeth thee ...
... thee doe not I : If chief joyes or'e I prise not more Jerusalem my joy . Remember Lord , Edoms sons word , unto the ground said they , it rase . it rase , when as it was Jerusalem her day Blest shall he bee , that prayeth thee ...
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... thee better then can I. Yet above all this priviledg is thine , Thy dayes still lengthen without least de- cline : CONTEMPLATIONS Some time now past in the Autumnal Tide , When Phabus wanted but one hour to bed , The trees all richly ...
... thee better then can I. Yet above all this priviledg is thine , Thy dayes still lengthen without least de- cline : CONTEMPLATIONS Some time now past in the Autumnal Tide , When Phabus wanted but one hour to bed , The trees all richly ...
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... thee ? 25 Soul of this world , this Universes Eye , No wonder , some made thee a Deity : Had I not better known , ( alas ) the same had I. Thou as a Bridegroom from thy Chaniber rushes , And as a strong man , joyes to run a race , 3o ...
... thee ? 25 Soul of this world , this Universes Eye , No wonder , some made thee a Deity : Had I not better known , ( alas ) the same had I. Thou as a Bridegroom from thy Chaniber rushes , And as a strong man , joyes to run a race , 3o ...
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... thee they glide To Thetis house , where all imbrace and greet : Thou Emblem true , of what I count the best , 160 O could I lead my Rivolets to rest , So may we press to that vast mansion , ever blest . Ye Fish which in this liquid ...
... thee they glide To Thetis house , where all imbrace and greet : Thou Emblem true , of what I count the best , 160 O could I lead my Rivolets to rest , So may we press to that vast mansion , ever blest . Ye Fish which in this liquid ...
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... thee harm Thy cloaths ne ' re wear , thy meat is every where , Thy bed a bough , thy drink the water cleer , Reminds not what is past , nor whats to come dost fear . The dawning morn with songs thou dost prevent , 100 Sets hundred notes ...
... thee harm Thy cloaths ne ' re wear , thy meat is every where , Thy bed a bough , thy drink the water cleer , Reminds not what is past , nor whats to come dost fear . The dawning morn with songs thou dost prevent , 100 Sets hundred notes ...
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American appeared arms beauty better called cause close coming course dark dead death door dream earth England eyes face fall father fear feel feet field fire followed force gave give half hand head hear heard heart heaven hold hope hour human Indian keep kind land leave less light live look means mind morning nature never night o'er once passed person poet poor present rest river round seemed seen side song soon soul sound speak spirit stand stood sweet tell thee things thou thought tion took trees true turned voice whole wild wind woods young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 361 - There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Seite 396 - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below. No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee ;— The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea.
Seite 445 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Seite 444 - Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— 'Tis the wind and nothing more!
Seite 584 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on. I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps: His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye...
Seite 379 - You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled — How the farmers gave them ball for ball From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Seite 428 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden. On its roof did float and flow; (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago;) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
Seite 444 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Seite 448 - I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee ; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Seite 278 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble, free, Thy name I love ; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills : My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.