Selections from the American Poets, Ausgabe 111Harper, 1848 - 316 Seiten |
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... lonely - musing pilgrim now inquires : And , rack'd by storms , and hastening to decay , Mohammed's mosque foresees its final fires , And Rome's more lordly temple day by day expires . As o'er proud Asian realms the traveller winds ...
... lonely - musing pilgrim now inquires : And , rack'd by storms , and hastening to decay , Mohammed's mosque foresees its final fires , And Rome's more lordly temple day by day expires . As o'er proud Asian realms the traveller winds ...
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... lonely thistles bloom : The moulder'd arch the weedy streamlet laves , And low resound , beneath , unnumber'd sunken graves . Soon fleets the sunbright form by man adored , And soon man's demon chiefs from memory fade . In musty volume ...
... lonely thistles bloom : The moulder'd arch the weedy streamlet laves , And low resound , beneath , unnumber'd sunken graves . Soon fleets the sunbright form by man adored , And soon man's demon chiefs from memory fade . In musty volume ...
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... lonely castle , brown with twilight dread , Where oft th ' embowell'd captive met his doom , And frequent heaved around the hollow tomb ; Scalps hung in rows , and whitening bones were strew'd ; Where , round the broiling babe , fresh ...
... lonely castle , brown with twilight dread , Where oft th ' embowell'd captive met his doom , And frequent heaved around the hollow tomb ; Scalps hung in rows , and whitening bones were strew'd ; Where , round the broiling babe , fresh ...
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... lonely in the ground . He fell for Spain - her Spain no more ; For he was gone who made it dear ; And she would seek some distant shore , At rest from strife and fear , And wait amid her sorrows till the day His voice of love should ...
... lonely in the ground . He fell for Spain - her Spain no more ; For he was gone who made it dear ; And she would seek some distant shore , At rest from strife and fear , And wait amid her sorrows till the day His voice of love should ...
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... lonely seems your flow , And I'm alone - scarce know 1 where I go . " Sleep , sleep , thou sad one , on the sea ! The wash of waters lulls thee now ; His arm no more will pillow thee , Thy hand upon his brow . He is not near , to hush ...
... lonely seems your flow , And I'm alone - scarce know 1 where I go . " Sleep , sleep , thou sad one , on the sea ! The wash of waters lulls thee now ; His arm no more will pillow thee , Thy hand upon his brow . He is not near , to hush ...
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Seite 286 - 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,...
Seite 164 - And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own.
Seite 138 - Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more; He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the road-side fell and perished, Weary with the march of life! They, the holy ones and weakly...
Seite 164 - From coral rocks the sea-plants lift Their boughs, where the tides and billows flow; The water is calm and still below. For the winds and waves are absent there, And the sands are bright as the stars that glow 'In the motionless fields of upper air: There, with its waving blade of green, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush, like a banner bathed in slaughter...
Seite 256 - The winds breathe low, the withering leaf Scarce whispers from the tree : So gently flows the parting breath, When good men cease to be.
Seite 90 - 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.
Seite 138 - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, Move than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine.
Seite 207 - Are they here The 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.
Seite 18 - Here still a lofty rock remains, On which the curious eye may trace (Now wasted, half, by wearing rains) The fancies of a ruder race.
Seite 94 - 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...