Gems from the American Poets: With Brief Biographical NoticesRufus Wilmot Griswold H. Hooker, 1844 - 120 pages |
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... death of the flowers To the past *** 08 38 40 41 43 45 JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE : Bronx 47 JAMES G. PERCIVAL : Consumption Poetry The deserted wife The coral grove 12345 49 FITZ - GREENE HALLECK : On the death of J. Rodman Drake 56 Death in ...
... death of the flowers To the past *** 08 38 40 41 43 45 JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE : Bronx 47 JAMES G. PERCIVAL : Consumption Poetry The deserted wife The coral grove 12345 49 FITZ - GREENE HALLECK : On the death of J. Rodman Drake 56 Death in ...
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... death . High is his couch ; the ocean flood Far , far below by storms is curl'd , As round him heaved , while high he stood , A stormy and inconstant world . Hark ! Comes there from the Pyramids , And from Siberia's wastes of snow , And ...
... death . High is his couch ; the ocean flood Far , far below by storms is curl'd , As round him heaved , while high he stood , A stormy and inconstant world . Hark ! Comes there from the Pyramids , And from Siberia's wastes of snow , And ...
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... death , Lonely thy work , ere man had drawn his breath . At last thou didst it well ! The dread command Came , and thou swept'st to death the breathing land ; And then once more , unto the silent heaven Thy lone and melancholy voice was ...
... death , Lonely thy work , ere man had drawn his breath . At last thou didst it well ! The dread command Came , and thou swept'st to death the breathing land ; And then once more , unto the silent heaven Thy lone and melancholy voice was ...
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... death's untroubled night ; We are but two - O , let us keep The link that binds us bright . Heart leaps to heart - the sacred flood That warms us is the same ; That good old man - his honest blood Alike we fondly claim . We in one ...
... death's untroubled night ; We are but two - O , let us keep The link that binds us bright . Heart leaps to heart - the sacred flood That warms us is the same ; That good old man - his honest blood Alike we fondly claim . We in one ...
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... Death cannot claim the immortal mind ; Let earth close o'er its sacred trust , But goodness dies not in the dust ; Thee , O my sister , ' tis not thee Beneath the coffin's lid I see ; Thou to a fairer land art gone ; There , let me hope ...
... Death cannot claim the immortal mind ; Let earth close o'er its sacred trust , But goodness dies not in the dust ; Thee , O my sister , ' tis not thee Beneath the coffin's lid I see ; Thou to a fairer land art gone ; There , let me hope ...
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angel beauty blue born bosom brave old world breast breath breeze bright brow bucket calm cheek clouds cold dark dead death deep dreams earth Excelsior face fair falchion feeling FITZ-GREENE HALLECK flowers gaze gentle glory glow gone grave green hand hath hear heart heaven holy hour JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE leaves life's light lingering lips lone morning mourn myrtle and steel N. P. WILLIS night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pale pass'd passing poems prayer proud world RALPH WALDO EMERSON RICHARD HENRY WILDE ROSALIE CLARE rose round RUFUS DAWES SAMUEL WOODWORTH shade shadows shine shone shore sigh silent silver skies sleep slumber smile soft song soul sound spirit stars summer sweet swell tears that-he thee thine thou art Thou hast thought tone tree voice WALTER COLTON WASHINGTON ALLSTON wave whispers wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings wither'd
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Page 57 - Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother's when she feels For the first time her first-born's breath! Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke!
Page 40 - 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.
Page 105 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Page 41 - ... And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone Will lead my steps aright.
Page 43 - Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
Page 73 - I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon ; To whom the better elements And kindly stars have given A form so fair, that, like the air, Tis less of earth than heaven.
Page 106 - 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.
Page 104 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 56 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth...
Page 42 - Truth crushed to earth, shall rise again The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.