One Hundred Best American PoemsT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1905 - 320 էջ |
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autumn banner barefoot boy beauty bells beneath bird brave breast breath breeze bright brow bucket camarade chamber door cold dark dead death deep dream earth eyes fair fall feel flowers give gleam glory glow golden grass green harbor at last hath hear heard heart heaven HELEN HUNT JACKSON hills of Habersham hour JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE land leaves light lips living look morning murmur never Nevermore night o'er ocean old oaken bucket one-hoss shay PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE PHILIP FRENEAU Quoth the Raven Rhocus Richard Hovey roar rolls shadows shore sigh silent silent sun sings sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit star-spangled banner stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS BUCHANAN READ thou art thought tread tree valleys of Hall voice wave weary wild WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE wind wings woods
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Էջ 230 - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Էջ 53 - 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 44 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Էջ 90 - HEAR the sledges with the bells — Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight ; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells.
Էջ 8 - O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave ! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more ? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps
Էջ 7 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Էջ 95 - 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 157 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Էջ 160 - 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!
Էջ 213 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side ; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt...