Selections from the American Poets, Issue 111 |
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... beneath our native sky ? Ere this was known , the ruling power of all Formed for our use an ocean in the land , Its breadth so small we could not wander long , Nor long be absent from the neighbouring strand . Short was the course , and ...
... beneath our native sky ? Ere this was known , the ruling power of all Formed for our use an ocean in the land , Its breadth so small we could not wander long , Nor long be absent from the neighbouring strand . Short was the course , and ...
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... Beneath whose far - projecting shade ( And which the shepherd still admires ) The children of the forest played ! There oft a restless Indian queen ( Pale Shebah , with her braided hair ) , And many a barbarous form is seen , To chide ...
... Beneath whose far - projecting shade ( And which the shepherd still admires ) The children of the forest played ! There oft a restless Indian queen ( Pale Shebah , with her braided hair ) , And many a barbarous form is seen , To chide ...
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... beneath the sun's strong rays , Ask of thy mother earth the needful maize ; She loves the race that courts her yielding soil , And gives her bounties to the sons of toil . When now the ox , obedient to thy call , Repays the loan that ...
... beneath the sun's strong rays , Ask of thy mother earth the needful maize ; She loves the race that courts her yielding soil , And gives her bounties to the sons of toil . When now the ox , obedient to thy call , Repays the loan that ...
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... Beneath his genial smiles , the well - dress'd field , When autumn calls , a plenteous crop shall yield . Now the strong foliage bears the standards high , And shoots the tall top - gallants to the sky ; The suckling ears the silken ...
... Beneath his genial smiles , the well - dress'd field , When autumn calls , a plenteous crop shall yield . Now the strong foliage bears the standards high , And shoots the tall top - gallants to the sky ; The suckling ears the silken ...
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... beneath the burden groans , And showers the future pudding from the stones ; Till the glad housewife greets the powder'd gold , And the new crop exterminates the old . CANTO III . The days grow short ; but though the falling sun To the ...
... beneath the burden groans , And showers the future pudding from the stones ; Till the glad housewife greets the powder'd gold , And the new crop exterminates the old . CANTO III . The days grow short ; but though the falling sun To the ...
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Ajalon amid art thou beam beauty beneath bird bless'd bloom blue bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright brow charm cheek clouds cold courser dark dead death deep dost dread dreams earth EARTH'S CHILDREN fair fear flowers forest frostwork gaze gentle Gibeon glorious glory glow grave green HADAD hand hast Hasty Pudding hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour leaves light lips living lonely look maize Miriam moon morning mountain muse night o'er ocean pale pass'd peace Piso red planet Mars rill round seraph shade shadows shine shore silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stamp'd stars stood storm stream sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought tide tomb trees Twas vex'd voice wake wandering waters wave wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT winds wings woods young youth
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Page 282 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Page 202 - No, they are all unchained again: The clouds Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath, The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye; Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase The sunny ridges.
Page 159 - Deep in the wave is a Coral Grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine.
Page 281 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Page 282 - He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
Page 86 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 134 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 97 - From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side ! Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life, to thy unceasing roar ! And yet, bold Babbler 1 what art thou to Him, Who drowned a world, and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ? — a light wave, That breaks and whispers of its Maker's might 1 BRAINARD.
Page 185 - And he cried unto the Lord ; and the Lord showed him a tree, which when he had cast into the waters, the waters were made sweet...
Page 90 - The elfin cast a glance around, As he lighted down from his courser toad, Then round his breast his wings he wound, And close to the river's brink he strode ; He sprang on a rock, he breathed a prayer...