American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... Song of Natur Two Rivers • Terminus The Past Compensation WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS— The Lost Pleiad • PAGE 62 64 67 69 73 83 84 87 88 88 90 92 97 98 116 118 119 121 124 124 126 126 127 GEORGE LUNT- Pilgrim Song 129 NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS ...
... Song of Natur Two Rivers • Terminus The Past Compensation WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS— The Lost Pleiad • PAGE 62 64 67 69 73 83 84 87 88 88 90 92 97 98 116 118 119 121 124 124 126 126 127 GEORGE LUNT- Pilgrim Song 129 NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS ...
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... Song Envy Parting Friends Salut au Monde Song of the Broad - Axe Crossing Brooklyn Ferry There was a Child went forth To a Foiled European Revolutionnaire France To You Years of the Modern . 247 248 248 249 261 273 281 283 285 286 289 ...
... Song Envy Parting Friends Salut au Monde Song of the Broad - Axe Crossing Brooklyn Ferry There was a Child went forth To a Foiled European Revolutionnaire France To You Years of the Modern . 247 248 248 249 261 273 281 283 285 286 289 ...
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... Song of Spring T. H. CHIVERS- Apostrophe to Time . Carol . • Lament on the Death of my Mother ttttt 486 487 489 489 490 ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH- Despondency . Charity , in despair of Justice . 492 492 EMILY JUDSON- My Bird 493 SARAH J ...
... Song of Spring T. H. CHIVERS- Apostrophe to Time . Carol . • Lament on the Death of my Mother ttttt 486 487 489 489 490 ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH- Despondency . Charity , in despair of Justice . 492 492 EMILY JUDSON- My Bird 493 SARAH J ...
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... song and his funeral pyre , That still , strong tide hath borne away . And that pale pilgrim band is gone That on this shore with trembling trod , Ready to faint , yet bearing on The ark of freedom and of God . And war- —that since o'er ...
... song and his funeral pyre , That still , strong tide hath borne away . And that pale pilgrim band is gone That on this shore with trembling trod , Ready to faint , yet bearing on The ark of freedom and of God . And war- —that since o'er ...
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... song- A father's with his daughter's notes , The gentle with the strong . And my thoughts began to soften , Like snows when waters fall , And open as the frost - closed buds When spring's young breezes call ; While to my faint and weary ...
... song- A father's with his daughter's notes , The gentle with the strong . And my thoughts began to soften , Like snows when waters fall , And open as the frost - closed buds When spring's young breezes call ; While to my faint and weary ...
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Abraham Davenport amid angels Annabel Lee Auber Azteque beauty bells beneath bird bloom Born breath bright child clouds cold Dæmon dark dead death deep door dream earth eternal evermore eyes face fair fear feet flow flowers gentle gleam glow gold gone grave green grey hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills Israfel lake land leaves Leaves of Grass light living lonely look Lord Martha Mason MEXITLIS moon morning mountain murmuring never night o'er passed pine Pleiads poems Quoth the Raven Ramoth red levin rill river round Saadi seemed shade shadows shalt shining shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow song soul sound Spring stars stream strong summer sweet tell thine thou thought of thee tree voice walked Walt Whitman wandered waters wave weary wild wind wings wood
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Էջ 10 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Էջ 204 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. 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.
Էջ 281 - THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
Էջ 226 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
Էջ 15 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulcher.
Էջ 203 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Էջ 223 - 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.
Էջ 16 - 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.
Էջ 323 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Էջ 216 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...