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 páginas |
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... BELLS 53 16 TO MY MOTHER 55 17 FOR ANNIE 55 17 ANNABEL LEE 56 THE PRAIRIES 18 - ELDORADO 57 THE BATTLE - FIELD 20 THE ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM 20 ' O MOTHER OF A MIGHTY RACE 21 EMERSON THE PLANTING OF THE APPLE - TREE 99 ROBERT OF LINCOLN ...
... BELLS 53 16 TO MY MOTHER 55 17 FOR ANNIE 55 17 ANNABEL LEE 56 THE PRAIRIES 18 - ELDORADO 57 THE BATTLE - FIELD 20 THE ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM 20 ' O MOTHER OF A MIGHTY RACE 21 EMERSON THE PLANTING OF THE APPLE - TREE 99 ROBERT OF LINCOLN ...
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... BELLS OF SAN BLAS 258 MEZZO CAMMIN 113 THE SLAVE'S DREAM THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELI THE DAY IS DONE SEAWEED . NUREMBERG THE BELFRY OF BRUGES : CARILLON . DANTE . 113 114 WHITTIER 115 116 THE VAUDOIS TEACHER 259 116 . TO WILLIAM LLOYD ...
... BELLS OF SAN BLAS 258 MEZZO CAMMIN 113 THE SLAVE'S DREAM THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELI THE DAY IS DONE SEAWEED . NUREMBERG THE BELFRY OF BRUGES : CARILLON . DANTE . 113 114 WHITTIER 115 116 THE VAUDOIS TEACHER 259 116 . TO WILLIAM LLOYD ...
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... BELLS . 340 PARSON TURELL'S LEGACY FOR THE BURNS CENTENNIAL CELEBRA- 327 THE BOYS AT A MEETING OF THE TWO STREAMS 372 373 374 • 374 FRIENDS 375 376 377 377 377 PROLOGUE TO SONGS IN MANY KEYS ' . BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER ...
... BELLS . 340 PARSON TURELL'S LEGACY FOR THE BURNS CENTENNIAL CELEBRA- 327 THE BOYS AT A MEETING OF THE TWO STREAMS 372 373 374 • 374 FRIENDS 375 376 377 377 377 PROLOGUE TO SONGS IN MANY KEYS ' . BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER ...
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... bell Peeps from the last year's leaves be- low . Ere russet fields their green resume , Sweet flower , I love , in forest bare , To meet thee , when thy faint perfume Alone is in the virgin air . Of all her train , the hands of Spring ...
... bell Peeps from the last year's leaves be- low . Ere russet fields their green resume , Sweet flower , I love , in forest bare , To meet thee , when thy faint perfume Alone is in the virgin air . Of all her train , the hands of Spring ...
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... bell of wandering kine , are heard . No solemn host goes trailing by 10 The black - mouthed gun and staggering wain ; Men start not at the battle - cry , Oh , be it never heard again ! Soon rested those who fought ; but thou Who ...
... bell of wandering kine , are heard . No solemn host goes trailing by 10 The black - mouthed gun and staggering wain ; Men start not at the battle - cry , Oh , be it never heard again ! Soon rested those who fought ; but thou Who ...
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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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Página 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!
Página 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, —...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...