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... stood In Nature's loneliness , I was with one With whom I early grew familiar , one Who never had a frown for me , whose voice 20 Never rebuked me for the hours I stole From cares I loved not , but of which the world Deems highest , to ...
... stood In Nature's loneliness , I was with one With whom I early grew familiar , one Who never had a frown for me , whose voice 20 Never rebuked me for the hours I stole From cares I loved not , but of which the world Deems highest , to ...
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... stood , As now they stand , massy , and tall , and dark , Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold 1 See Godwin's Life of Bryant , vol . i , p . 214 . Communion with his Maker . These dim vaults , These 12 CHIEF AMERICAN POETS A FOREST ...
... stood , As now they stand , massy , and tall , and dark , Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold 1 See Godwin's Life of Bryant , vol . i , p . 214 . Communion with his Maker . These dim vaults , These 12 CHIEF AMERICAN POETS A FOREST ...
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... stood , Within the cottage , all prepared to dare The outer cold , with ample furry robe Close - belted round her waist , and boots of fur , And a broad kerchief , which her mother's hand Had closely drawn about her ruddy cheek . ' Now ...
... stood , Within the cottage , all prepared to dare The outer cold , with ample furry robe Close - belted round her waist , and boots of fur , And a broad kerchief , which her mother's hand Had closely drawn about her ruddy cheek . ' Now ...
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... Stood , with its huge gnarled roots of seem- ing strength , Fast anchored in the glistening bank ; light | sprays Of myrtle , roses in their bud and bloom , Drooped by the winding walks ; yet all seemed wrought 170 Of stainless ...
... Stood , with its huge gnarled roots of seem- ing strength , Fast anchored in the glistening bank ; light | sprays Of myrtle , roses in their bud and bloom , Drooped by the winding walks ; yet all seemed wrought 170 Of stainless ...
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CURTIS HIDDE PAGE. They stood , and gazed at her who never more " Should look on them . Why die we not with her ? ' They said ; Without her , life is bitterness . ' Now came the funeral - day ; the simple folk Of all that pastoral region ...
CURTIS HIDDE PAGE. They stood , and gazed at her who never more " Should look on them . Why die we not with her ? ' They said ; Without her , life is bitterness . ' Now came the funeral - day ; the simple folk Of all that pastoral region ...
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Página 50 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore : Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore ! " Quoth the Raven,
Página 56 - Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea: But we loved with a love that was more than love I and my ANNABEL LEE; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud...
Página 54 - What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.
Página 3 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly seen against the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 50 - Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore : Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
Página 355 - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Página 63 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die,...
Página 2 - As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron and maid, The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man— Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them.
Página 528 - THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
Página 88 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings. The strong gods pine for my abode, And pine in vain the sacred Seven; But thou, meek lover of the good!...