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... Pine . Kubleh An Oriental Idyl From the North RICHARD HENRY STODDARD— Spring A Dirge The Yellow Moon HENRY W. PARKER- The Dead - Watch 385 390 394 395 396 398 398 399 I PAGE JOHN HAY- The Monks of Basle . Remorse The xiv CONTENTS .
... Pine . Kubleh An Oriental Idyl From the North RICHARD HENRY STODDARD— Spring A Dirge The Yellow Moon HENRY W. PARKER- The Dead - Watch 385 390 394 395 396 398 398 399 I PAGE JOHN HAY- The Monks of Basle . Remorse The xiv CONTENTS .
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... dead ; and a poet suffering such a loss is more than likely to give utterance to his emotions , and this without incurring the faintest shadow of blame . Yet I was struck with the extremely bereaved condition of the American poets , as ...
... dead ; and a poet suffering such a loss is more than likely to give utterance to his emotions , and this without incurring the faintest shadow of blame . Yet I was struck with the extremely bereaved condition of the American poets , as ...
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... dead , who long lay in thine arms ; And , when thy loss shall be repaid with gains , Look to my little babes , my dear remains , And , if thou lov'st thyself or lovest me , These oh protect from stepdame's injury ! And , if chance to ...
... dead , who long lay in thine arms ; And , when thy loss shall be repaid with gains , Look to my little babes , my dear remains , And , if thou lov'st thyself or lovest me , These oh protect from stepdame's injury ! And , if chance to ...
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... dead of other days ? —and did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion ? Let the mighty mounds That overlook the rivers , or that rise In the dim forest , crowded with old oaks , Answer . A race that ...
... dead of other days ? —and did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion ? Let the mighty mounds That overlook the rivers , or that rise In the dim forest , crowded with old oaks , Answer . A race that ...
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... dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes , since first The flight of years began , have laid them down In their last sleep - the dead there reign alone . So shalt thou rest , —and what if thou withdraw Unheeded by the living ...
... dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes , since first The flight of years began , have laid them down In their last sleep - the dead there reign alone . So shalt thou rest , —and what if thou withdraw Unheeded by the living ...
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Page 15 - 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.
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 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 321 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will...
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 321 - Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and...
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 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...
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 15 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...