Selections from the American Poets, Tema 111Harper, 1840 - 316 páginas |
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... field ; Nor ye who strain your midnight throats to sing Joys that the vineyard and the stillhouse bring ; Or on some distant fair your notes employ , And speak of raptures that you ne'er enjoy . I sing the sweets I know , the charms I ...
... field ; Nor ye who strain your midnight throats to sing Joys that the vineyard and the stillhouse bring ; Or on some distant fair your notes employ , And speak of raptures that you ne'er enjoy . I sing the sweets I know , the charms I ...
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... fields were shaded o'er with maize ; From thee what health , what vigour he possess'd , Ten sturdy freemen from his loins attest ; Thy constellation ruled my natal morn , And all my bones were made of Indian corn . Delicious grain ...
... fields were shaded o'er with maize ; From thee what health , what vigour he possess'd , Ten sturdy freemen from his loins attest ; Thy constellation ruled my natal morn , And all my bones were made of Indian corn . Delicious grain ...
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... field , beneath the sun's strong rays , Ask of thy mother earth the needful maize ; She loves the race that courts her yielding soil , And gives her bounties to the sons of toil . When now the ox , obedient to thy call , Repays the loan ...
... field , beneath the sun's strong rays , Ask of thy mother earth the needful maize ; She loves the race that courts her yielding soil , And gives her bounties to the sons of toil . When now the ox , obedient to thy call , Repays the loan ...
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... field , When autumn calls , a plenteous crop shall yield . Now the strong foliage bears the standards high , And shoots the tall top - gallants to the sky ; The suckling ears the silken fringes bend , And pregnant grown , their swelling ...
... field , When autumn calls , a plenteous crop shall yield . Now the strong foliage bears the standards high , And shoots the tall top - gallants to the sky ; The suckling ears the silken fringes bend , And pregnant grown , their swelling ...
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... Echo calls At each slow step ; deep sighs the breathing gloom , And weeping fields around bewail their empress ' doom . Where o'er a hundred realms the throne uprose , The 52 TIMOTHY DWIGHT . The Destruction of the Pequods.
... Echo calls At each slow step ; deep sighs the breathing gloom , And weeping fields around bewail their empress ' doom . Where o'er a hundred realms the throne uprose , The 52 TIMOTHY DWIGHT . The Destruction of the Pequods.
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Ajalon amid art thou beam beauty beneath bird bless'd bloom blue bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright brow charm cheek clouds cold courser dark dead death deep dost dread dreams earth EARTH'S CHILDREN fair fear flowers forest frostwork gaze gentle Gibeon glorious glory glow grave green HADAD hand hast Hasty Pudding hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour leaves light lips living lonely look maize Miriam moon morning mountain muse night o'er ocean pale pass'd peace Piso red planet Mars rill round seraph shade shadows shine shore silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stamp'd stars stood storm stream sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought tide tomb trees Twas vex'd voice wake wandering waters wave wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT winds wings woods young youth
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Página 282 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Página 202 - No, they are all unchained again: The clouds Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath, The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye; Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase The sunny ridges.
Página 159 - Deep in the wave is a Coral Grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine.
Página 281 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Página 282 - He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
Página 86 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Página 134 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Página 97 - From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side ! Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life, to thy unceasing roar ! And yet, bold Babbler 1 what art thou to Him, Who drowned a world, and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ? — a light wave, That breaks and whispers of its Maker's might 1 BRAINARD.
Página 185 - And he cried unto the Lord ; and the Lord showed him a tree, which when he had cast into the waters, the waters were made sweet...
Página 90 - The elfin cast a glance around, As he lighted down from his courser toad, Then round his breast his wings he wound, And close to the river's brink he strode ; He sprang on a rock, he breathed a prayer...