Selections from the American Poets, Tema 111Harper, 1840 - 316 páginas |
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... passing the Grave of my Sister GEORGE H. CALVERT . Page 265 267 • • · 270 Washington . From Andre and Arnold , a Dramatic fragment ALFRED B. STREET . A Forest Walk . An American Forest Spring J. K. MITCHELL . Song of the Prairie EDWARD ...
... passing the Grave of my Sister GEORGE H. CALVERT . Page 265 267 • • · 270 Washington . From Andre and Arnold , a Dramatic fragment ALFRED B. STREET . A Forest Walk . An American Forest Spring J. K. MITCHELL . Song of the Prairie EDWARD ...
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... pass the western main : Reserve this glory for thy native soil , And , what must please thee more , for thy own reign . Of this huge globe , how small a part we know— Does heaven their worlds to western suns deny ? How disproportion'd ...
... pass the western main : Reserve this glory for thy native soil , And , what must please thee more , for thy own reign . Of this huge globe , how small a part we know— Does heaven their worlds to western suns deny ? How disproportion'd ...
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... pass , like autumn fruits , Garner'd , consumed , and springing fresh to life , Again to perish , while he views the sun , The seasons roll , in rapt serenity , And high communion with celestial powers . Some say ' tis Shem , our father ...
... pass , like autumn fruits , Garner'd , consumed , and springing fresh to life , Again to perish , while he views the sun , The seasons roll , in rapt serenity , And high communion with celestial powers . Some say ' tis Shem , our father ...
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... pass'd ! What Mausoleums crowd the mournful waste ! The tombs of empires fallen ! and nations gone ! Each , once inscribed in gold with " AYE TO LAST , " Sate as a queen ; proclaim'd the world her own , And proudly cried , " By me no ...
... pass'd ! What Mausoleums crowd the mournful waste ! The tombs of empires fallen ! and nations gone ! Each , once inscribed in gold with " AYE TO LAST , " Sate as a queen ; proclaim'd the world her own , And proudly cried , " By me no ...
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... pass'd the moor's black When hell's terrific region scream'd anew . Undaunted on their foes they fiercely flew ; As fierce , the dusky warriors crowd the fight ; Despair inspires ; to combat's face they glue ; With groans and shouts ...
... pass'd the moor's black When hell's terrific region scream'd anew . Undaunted on their foes they fiercely flew ; As fierce , the dusky warriors crowd the fight ; Despair inspires ; to combat's face they glue ; With groans and shouts ...
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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...