Selections from the Southern PoetsWilliam Lander Weber Macmillan, 1907 - 221 Seiten |
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ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN Advance the flag ALEXANDER BEAUFORT MEEK angels Annabel Lee arms to arms Baltimore battle beauty bells born brave bright Carolina Charleston cloud dark dead death died doth dream Edited EDWARD COATE PINKNEY English eyes flag of Dixie floats Florence Vane Georgia glory golden grave hand hath Hayne Hayne's hear heart heaven Henry Timrod High School hills of Habersham Irwin Russell Israfel King land Lenore light Lily literary Little Giffen Longfellow's marshes of Glynn MOCKING BIRD Moonlight Song never Nevermore night o'er old hills Paul Hamilton Hayne pine Poe's poem Raven Read river roll rose Scott's shining Sidney Lanier sigh Silence Simms sing skies sleep song soul sound South Spring STAR-SPANGLED BANNER stars sweet tears Terra-re thee thine thou Timrod Ulalume valleys of Hall verse Virginia voice wave weary William Gilmore Simms ΙΟ
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Seite 24 - rhyme, 10 To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells —- From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. a world of happiness their harmony foretells! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! From the molten-golden notes,
Seite 91 - Tis the star-spangled banner— 0 long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore, That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a Country should leave us no more ? Their blood has wash'd out their foul footstep's pollution.
Seite 4 - Haunted Palace In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there; Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair. "Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden
Seite 93 - When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon — Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name. 40
Seite 129 - of their native sky Smiles sadly on them here, And kindred eyes and hearts watch by The heroes' sepulchre. Best on, embalmed and sainted dead, Dear as the blood ye gave, No impious footstep here shall tread The herbage of your grave. Nor shall your glory be forgot While Fame her record keeps, Or Honor points the hallowed spot
Seite 130 - Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone In deathless song shall tell When many a vanished age hath flown, The story how ye fell; Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight, Nor Time's remorseless doom, Shall dim one ray of glory's light That gilds your glorious tomb.
Seite 89 - Days of my age, Ye will shortly be past; Pains of my age, Yet a while ye can last; Joys of my age, In true wisdom delight; Eyes of my age, Be religion your light; Thoughts of my age, Dread ye not the cold sod; Hopes of my age, Be ye fixed on your God.
Seite 83 - But who will reveal to our waking ken The forms that swim and the shapes that creep Under the waters of sleep ? And I would I could know what swimmeth below when the tide comes in On the length and the breadth of the marvellous
Seite 166 - did not write ! 30 I sometimes fancy that were I King Of the courtly Knights of "Arthur's ring, With the voice of the minstrel in mine ear And the tender legend that trembles here — I'd give the best on his bended knee — The whitest soul of my chivalry
Seite 14 - balm in Gilead ? — tell me — tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil!