Selections from American Poetry: With Special Reference to Poe, Longfellow, Lowell, and WhittierMargaret Sprague Carhart Macmillan Company, 1917 - 373 էջ |
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... Song of Marion's Men 47 The Crowded Street The Snow - Shower 49 51 Robert of Lincoln The Poet 53 56 Abraham Lincoln 58 FRANCIS SCOTT KEY : The Star - Spangled Banner 59 JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE : The American Flag The Culprit Fay 61 63 FITZ ...
... Song of Marion's Men 47 The Crowded Street The Snow - Shower 49 51 Robert of Lincoln The Poet 53 56 Abraham Lincoln 58 FRANCIS SCOTT KEY : The Star - Spangled Banner 59 JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE : The American Flag The Culprit Fay 61 63 FITZ ...
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... Song 89 The Raven 90 To Helen 96 Annabel Lee 99 The Bells 100 Eldorado 104 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW : Hymn to the Night 106 A Psalm of Life 107 The Skeleton in Armor 108 The Wreck of the Hesperus 114 The Village Blacksmith 118 It is ...
... Song 89 The Raven 90 To Helen 96 Annabel Lee 99 The Bells 100 Eldorado 104 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW : Hymn to the Night 106 A Psalm of Life 107 The Skeleton in Armor 108 The Wreck of the Hesperus 114 The Village Blacksmith 118 It is ...
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... Songs of Labor . Dedication Songs of Labor . The Lumbermen 155 156 158 160 Barclay of Ury 163 All's Well 168 Raphael 168 Seed - Time and Harvest 171 The Prophecy of Samuel Sewall 173 Skipper Ireson's Ride 178 The Double - headed Snake ...
... Songs of Labor . Dedication Songs of Labor . The Lumbermen 155 156 158 160 Barclay of Ury 163 All's Well 168 Raphael 168 Seed - Time and Harvest 171 The Prophecy of Samuel Sewall 173 Skipper Ireson's Ride 178 The Double - headed Snake ...
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... Song " rises , on the other hand , to intense happiness . With Poe the sound by which his idea was expressed was as important as the thought itself . He knew how to make the sound suit the thought , as in " The Raven " and " The Bells ...
... Song " rises , on the other hand , to intense happiness . With Poe the sound by which his idea was expressed was as important as the thought itself . He knew how to make the sound suit the thought , as in " The Raven " and " The Bells ...
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... songs , All hitherward blown From the misty realm , that belongs To the vast unknown . His , and not his , are ... song of a man who sings because " the heart is so full that a drop overfills it . " Whittier's later poems belong ...
... songs , All hitherward blown From the misty realm , that belongs To the vast unknown . His , and not his , are ... song of a man who sings because " the heart is so full that a drop overfills it . " Whittier's later poems belong ...
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Էջ 31 - 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.
Էջ 100 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Էջ 30 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart ; — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Էջ 99 - 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. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the...
Էջ 91 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Էջ 35 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Էջ 91 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Էջ 96 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Էջ 118 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Էջ 92 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute...