Poets of America: With Occasional NotesGeorge Barrell Cheever Andrus, 1849 - 405 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Absalom beams beauty beneath bird blessed bloom blue bosom breast breath breeze bright brow calm CARLOS WILCOX clouds cold dark dead death deep dreams dwell earth eternal fair Father fear feel flowers gathering band gaze gentle gloom glorious glory glow golden golden sun gone grave green grief Hadad hand hath hear heart heaven Helon hills holy hour land leaves light lips living lonely look lyre morning mountain Nath night o'er ocean old oaken bucket orbs pale peace praise prayer pure rest roll round Rudbari scene shade shine shore silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars storm stream sublime sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought thundering bands tomb tread trees Twas Twill vale voice Warkworth castle waters waves weary weep white-thorn wild winds wings woods youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 53 - Thou'rt gone; the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up Ihy form; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given. And shall not soon depart. He, who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight. In the long way that 1 must tread alone. Will lead my steps aright.
Seite 238 - Halleck. Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose trutli was proven, Like thine, are laid in
Seite 56 - Strike—till the last armed foe expires, Strike—for your altars and your fires, Strike—for the green graves of your sires, God—and your native land!" They fought, like brave men, long and well, They piled that ground with Moslem slain, They conquered—but Bozzaris
Seite 217 - She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there ; She mingled with the gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white, With streakings of the morning
Seite 53 - hath sunk the lesson thou hast given. And shall not soon depart. He, who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight. In the long way that 1 must tread alone. Will lead my steps aright.
Seite 56 - His last words were—** To die for liberty is a pleasure, and not a pain."] At midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In
Seite 149 - by? Oh, from these sterner aspects of thy face, Spare me and mine; nor let us need the wrath Of the mad, unchained elements to teach Who rules them. Be it ours to meditate, In these calm shades, thy milder majesty, And to the beautiful order of thy works, Learn
Seite 34 - In the cold moist earth we laid her when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief; Yet not unmeet it was, that one, like that young
Seite 49 - rove, Where the waters murmur tranquilly, Through the bending twigs of the coral grove. Hebrew Melody.—Mrs. JG Brooks. Jeremiah z. 17. From the hall of our fathers in anguish we fled, Nor again will its marble re-echo our tread, For the breath of the Siroc has blasted our name, And the frown of Jehovah has crushed
Seite 192 - way-side a-weary. Through the trees The golden robin moves; the purple finch, That on wild cherry and red cedar feeds,— A winter bird,—comes with its plantive whistle, And pecks by the witch-hazel; whilst aloud, From cottage roofs, the warbling blue-bird sings; And merrily, with oft-repeated stroke, Sounds from the threshing-floor the busy flail. 17