American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... young girl , with light and delicate limbs , And wavy tresses gushing from the cap With which the Roman master crowned his slave , When he took off the gyves . A bearded man , Armed to the teeth , art thou : one mailèd hand Grasps the ...
... young girl , with light and delicate limbs , And wavy tresses gushing from the cap With which the Roman master crowned his slave , When he took off the gyves . A bearded man , Armed to the teeth , art thou : one mailèd hand Grasps the ...
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... young upon the unviolated earth , And yet the moss - stains on the rock were new , Beheld thy glorious childhood , and rejoiced . THE WINDS . YE winds , ye unseen currents of the air , Softly ye played a few brief hours ago ; Ye bore ...
... young upon the unviolated earth , And yet the moss - stains on the rock were new , Beheld thy glorious childhood , and rejoiced . THE WINDS . YE winds , ye unseen currents of the air , Softly ye played a few brief hours ago ; Ye bore ...
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... young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now . Deep in the brightness of thy skies The thronging years in glory rise , And , as they fleet , Drop strength and riches at thy feet . Thine eye , with every coming hour ...
... young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now . Deep in the brightness of thy skies The thronging years in glory rise , And , as they fleet , Drop strength and riches at thy feet . Thine eye , with every coming hour ...
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... and glitter here ; Amid young flowers and tender grass Thy endless infancy shalt pass ; And , singing down thy narrow glen , Shalt mock the fading race of men . TO THE EVENING WIND . SPIRIT that breathest through my 24 BRYANT .
... and glitter here ; Amid young flowers and tender grass Thy endless infancy shalt pass ; And , singing down thy narrow glen , Shalt mock the fading race of men . TO THE EVENING WIND . SPIRIT that breathest through my 24 BRYANT .
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... young breezes call ; While to my faint and weary soul A better hope was given , And all once more was bright with faith , ' Twixt heart , and earth , and Heaven . Он pure TO THE URSULINES . and gentle ones , within your ark Securely ...
... young breezes call ; While to my faint and weary soul A better hope was given , And all once more was bright with faith , ' Twixt heart , and earth , and Heaven . Он pure TO THE URSULINES . and gentle ones , within your ark Securely ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...