Readings in American PoetryJohn C. Riker, 1843 - 264 Seiten |
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... Winds Excelsior ... .РІКЕ . 125 .... PIER PONT 127 GOODRICH 129 M'LELLAN 131 WILLIS 133 .PEABODY 135 ..BRYANT .. 137 .LONGFELLOW 139 The Exile at Rest .PIERPONT 141 The Dying Raven .. ..DANA 142 The Death of the Flowers .BRYANT . 146 ...
... Winds Excelsior ... .РІКЕ . 125 .... PIER PONT 127 GOODRICH 129 M'LELLAN 131 WILLIS 133 .PEABODY 135 ..BRYANT .. 137 .LONGFELLOW 139 The Exile at Rest .PIERPONT 141 The Dying Raven .. ..DANA 142 The Death of the Flowers .BRYANT . 146 ...
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... Winds , 137 ; The Death of the Flowers , 146 ; To a Waterfowl , 161 ; The Future Life , 205 . BURLEIGH , WILLIAM H. " Let there be Light , " 197 ; June , 218 . Marius amid the Ruins of Carthage , 187 . CHILD , LYDIA M. CLARK , WILLIS G ...
... Winds , 137 ; The Death of the Flowers , 146 ; To a Waterfowl , 161 ; The Future Life , 205 . BURLEIGH , WILLIAM H. " Let there be Light , " 197 ; June , 218 . Marius amid the Ruins of Carthage , 187 . CHILD , LYDIA M. CLARK , WILLIS G ...
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... , And bright reflects the polar star . The waves along thy pebbly shore , As blows the north - wind , heave their foam , And curl around the dashing oar , As late the boatman hies him home . RED JACKET . How sweet , at set of sun.
... , And bright reflects the polar star . The waves along thy pebbly shore , As blows the north - wind , heave their foam , And curl around the dashing oar , As late the boatman hies him home . RED JACKET . How sweet , at set of sun.
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... wind and weather , And fitted for thy couch on field and flood , As Rob Roy's tartans for the Highland heather , Or forest green for England's Robin Hood . Is strength a monarch's merit ? ( like a whaler's ) Thou art as tall , as sinewy ...
... wind and weather , And fitted for thy couch on field and flood , As Rob Roy's tartans for the Highland heather , Or forest green for England's Robin Hood . Is strength a monarch's merit ? ( like a whaler's ) Thou art as tall , as sinewy ...
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... winds That shake the leaves , and scatter as they pass A fragrance from the cedars thickly set With pale blue berries . In these peaceful shades- Peaceful , unpruned , immeasurably old- My thoughts go up the long dim path of years ...
... winds That shake the leaves , and scatter as they pass A fragrance from the cedars thickly set With pale blue berries . In these peaceful shades- Peaceful , unpruned , immeasurably old- My thoughts go up the long dim path of years ...
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ALBERT PIKE ALNWICK CASTLE Amid beauty beneath bird blue breast breath breeze bright brow CARLOS WILCOX cheek cloud dark dead death deep dost dream earth Excelsior fade fair FITZ-GREENE HALLECK flowers forest gale gaze gentle gloom glorious glory glow GRAY FOREST-EAGLE green groves hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY W hills hour lake land leaves life's light living lone look morning mountain N. P. WILLIS night o'er ocean pale pass pass'd pinions prayer R. H. DANA rest rock round SENECA LAKE shade shore sigh silent sleep slumbers smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweep sweet swell tears thee thine Thou art thou hast thoughts throne thundering bands tone tree twilight URSA MAJOR voice WASHINGTON ALLSTON waters waves weary whip-poor-will wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT winds wing wither'd woods youth
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Seite 147 - The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the goldenrod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook...
Seite 161 - Whither, 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 15 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, 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 15 - Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Seite 147 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Seite 63 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Seite 15 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Seite 146 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Seite 73 - The fan-coral sweeps through the clear, deep sea ; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea. And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own.
Seite 14 - The hills, Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun ; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods ; rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks, That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man...