The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth CenturyCarey and Hart, 1850 - 529 páginas A selection of American poetry written between the country's founding and the mid-19th century. Each poet's selections are preceded by a brief biographical and critical sketch. |
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... fair . Fix'd upon one supreme , and her alone , Our heart is , of the fair , the constant throne . Nor will her absence , or her cold neglect , At once , expel her from our just respect : Inflamed by virtue , love will not expire ...
... fair . Fix'd upon one supreme , and her alone , Our heart is , of the fair , the constant throne . Nor will her absence , or her cold neglect , At once , expel her from our just respect : Inflamed by virtue , love will not expire ...
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... fair with glorious Athens vie , Nor pure Ilissus boast a nobler song . On thy fair banks , a fane to Virtue's name Shall rise - and Justice light her holy flame . All hail , then , Peace ! restore the golden days , And round the ball ...
... fair with glorious Athens vie , Nor pure Ilissus boast a nobler song . On thy fair banks , a fane to Virtue's name Shall rise - and Justice light her holy flame . All hail , then , Peace ! restore the golden days , And round the ball ...
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... fair one in my flight , From cruel foes , and in the dead of night . Shall he lament the fall of Ilion's towers , And we not mourn the sudden ruin of ours ? See York on fire - while , borne by winds , each flame Projects its glowing ...
... fair one in my flight , From cruel foes , and in the dead of night . Shall he lament the fall of Ilion's towers , And we not mourn the sudden ruin of ours ? See York on fire - while , borne by winds , each flame Projects its glowing ...
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... fair lamp trace half the circle round To light mere waves and monsters of the seas ? No ; be there must , beyond the billowy waste , Islands , and men , and animals , and trees . An unremitting flame my breast inspires To seek new lands ...
... fair lamp trace half the circle round To light mere waves and monsters of the seas ? No ; be there must , beyond the billowy waste , Islands , and men , and animals , and trees . An unremitting flame my breast inspires To seek new lands ...
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... fair at home ! To stop at thirty doors in half a day , Drop the gilt card , and proudly roll away ; To alight , and yield the hand with nice parade ; Up stairs to rustle in the stiff brocade ; Swim through the drawing - room with ...
... fair at home ! To stop at thirty doors in half a day , Drop the gilt card , and proudly roll away ; To alight , and yield the hand with nice parade ; Up stairs to rustle in the stiff brocade ; Swim through the drawing - room with ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 167 - TO A WATERFOWL 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 painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 158 - Father, Thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns. Thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees.
Página 361 - In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Página 315 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Página 311 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts : The warrior's name would be a name abhorred ! And every nation that should lift again Its hand against a brother, on its forehead Would wear forevermore the curse of Cain!
Página 158 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Página 415 - 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 416 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Página 158 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 411 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb; And I said — "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?