The Chief American Poets: Selected Poems by Bryant, Poe, Emerson, Longfellow, Whittier, Holmes, Lowell, Whitman and Lanier; Ed., with Notes, Reference Lists and Biographical SketchesCurtis Hidden Page Houghton, Mifflin, 1905 - 713 Seiten |
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... DEEP AND TEN- 9 ODE READ AT THE ONE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF THE FIGHT AT CONCORD BRIDGE 509 • DER 412 UNDER THE OLD ELM 512 THE SHEPHERD OF KING ADMETUS AN INCIDENT IN A RAILROAD CAR . 412 AN ODE FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY 518 413 DEATH OF ...
... DEEP AND TEN- 9 ODE READ AT THE ONE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF THE FIGHT AT CONCORD BRIDGE 509 • DER 412 UNDER THE OLD ELM 512 THE SHEPHERD OF KING ADMETUS AN INCIDENT IN A RAILROAD CAR . 412 AN ODE FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY 518 413 DEATH OF ...
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... deep contentment ; as they bend To the soft winds , the sun from the blue sky Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene . Scarce less the cleft - born wild - flower seems to enjoy Existence , than the wingèd plunderer That sucks its ...
... deep contentment ; as they bend To the soft winds , the sun from the blue sky Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene . Scarce less the cleft - born wild - flower seems to enjoy Existence , than the wingèd plunderer That sucks its ...
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... Deep in the womb of earth - where the gems grow , And diamonds put forth radiant rods and bud ― With amethyst and topaz and the place Lit up , most royally , with the pure beam That dwells in them . Or haply the vast hall Of fairy ...
... Deep in the womb of earth - where the gems grow , And diamonds put forth radiant rods and bud ― With amethyst and topaz and the place Lit up , most royally , with the pure beam That dwells in them . Or haply the vast hall Of fairy ...
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... deep , E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which 60 Thy hand has graced him . Nestled at his root Is beauty , such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun . That delicate forest flower , With ...
... deep , E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which 60 Thy hand has graced him . Nestled at his root Is beauty , such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun . That delicate forest flower , With ...
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... deep within the shadow of thy womb . Childhood , with all its mirth , Youth , Manhood , Age that draws us to the ground , 10 And last , Man's Life on earth , Glide to thy dim dominions , and are bound . Thou hast my better years ; Thou ...
... deep within the shadow of thy womb . Childhood , with all its mirth , Youth , Manhood , Age that draws us to the ground , 10 And last , Man's Life on earth , Glide to thy dim dominions , and are bound . Thou hast my better years ; Thou ...
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Acadian beauty bells beneath bird breath cloud dark dead dear death door dream earth edition Emerson Evangeline eyes face feet flowers forest gleam golden grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hiawatha hills James Russell Lowell John Greenleaf Whittier Kenabeek land laugh leaves Leaves of Grass light lips living Longfellow look Lowell maiden meadows Mondamin moon morning mountain never Nevermore night Nokomis o'er Oliver Wendell Holmes Osseo Pau-Puk-Keewis poem poet Ralph Waldo Emerson river rose round sail seemed shadow shining shore Sidney Lanier silent sing sleep smile snow song soul sound Specimen Days spirit stars stood strong summer sweet thee thet thine things thou thought trees verse voice Walt Whitman wandering waves Whittier wigwam wild wind woods words young youth
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Seite 155 - UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Seite 366 - 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 hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell, Before thee lies revealed, —...
Seite 1 - Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice, — Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more...
Seite 115 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Seite 49 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Seite 51 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Seite 531 - A child said What is the grass ? fetching it to me with full hands ; How could I answer the child ? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose ? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.
Seite 300 - Knowledge never learned of schools, — Of the wild bee's morning chase ; Of the wild-flower's time and place; Flight of fowl, and habitude Of the tenants of the wood ; How the tortoise bears his shell ; How the woodchuck digs his cell ; And the ground-mole sinks his well ; How the robin feeds her young ; How the oriole's nest is hung...
Seite 150 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
Seite 233 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventyfive ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village...