American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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American poems. It interposes then . The air relents ; the ices thaw to streams ; A mimic Spring shines down with hazy beams , Ere Winter roars again . Look thrice four weeks from this . The vernal days are rough in our stern clime , Yet ...
American poems. It interposes then . The air relents ; the ices thaw to streams ; A mimic Spring shines down with hazy beams , Ere Winter roars again . Look thrice four weeks from this . The vernal days are rough in our stern clime , Yet ...
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... streams ; but far away , On waters whose blue surface ne'er gave back The white man's face - among Missouri's springs , And pools whose issues swell the Oregon- He rears his little Venice . In these plains The bison feeds no more ...
... streams ; but far away , On waters whose blue surface ne'er gave back The white man's face - among Missouri's springs , And pools whose issues swell the Oregon- He rears his little Venice . In these plains The bison feeds no more ...
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... stream with grey - green mosses ; here the ground Was never touched by spade , and flowers spring up Unsown , and die ungathered . It is sweet To linger here , among the flitting birds And leaping squirrels , wandering brooks , and ...
... stream with grey - green mosses ; here the ground Was never touched by spade , and flowers spring up Unsown , and die ungathered . It is sweet To linger here , among the flitting birds And leaping squirrels , wandering brooks , and ...
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... stream ; And faintly on my ear shall fall Thy prattling current's merry call ; Yet shalt thou flow as glad and bright As when thou met'st my infant sight . And I shali sleep - and on thy side , As ages after ages glide . Children their ...
... stream ; And faintly on my ear shall fall Thy prattling current's merry call ; Yet shalt thou flow as glad and bright As when thou met'st my infant sight . And I shali sleep - and on thy side , As ages after ages glide . Children their ...
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... stream . HYMN OF THE CITY . Nor in the solitude Alone may man commune with Heaven , or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale the present Deity ; Or only hear his voice Where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice . Even here do I ...
... stream . HYMN OF THE CITY . Nor in the solitude Alone may man commune with Heaven , or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale the present Deity ; Or only hear his voice Where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice . Even here do I ...
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Abraham Davenport amid angels Annabel Lee Auber Azteque beauty bells beneath bird bloom Born breath bright child clouds cold Dæmon dark dead death deep door dream earth eternal evermore eyes face fair fear feet flow flowers gentle gleam glow gold gone grave green grey hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills Israfel lake land leaves Leaves of Grass light living lonely look Lord Martha Mason MEXITLIS moon morning mountain murmuring never night o'er passed pine Pleiads poems Quoth the Raven Ramoth red levin rill river round Saadi seemed shade shadows shalt shining shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow song soul sound Spring stars stream strong summer sweet tell thine thou thought of thee tree voice walked Walt Whitman wandered waters wave weary wild wind wings wood
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Page 10 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Page 204 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I 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.
Page 281 - 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.
Page 226 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
Page 15 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulcher.
Page 203 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Page 223 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 16 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 323 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Page 216 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...