American Poems (1625-1892)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1912 - 669 pages |
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... Dream The Day is Done . The Old Clock on the Stairs • 184 187 188 189 192 195 197 199 200 200 202 • 205 207 208 209 209 211 212 • • 213 215 216 217 218 • 219 223 225 228 229 230 231 233 233 236 237 238 238 240 241 Evangeline Part the ...
... Dream The Day is Done . The Old Clock on the Stairs • 184 187 188 189 192 195 197 199 200 200 202 • 205 207 208 209 209 211 212 • • 213 215 216 217 218 • 219 223 225 228 229 230 231 233 233 236 237 238 238 240 241 Evangeline Part the ...
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... dreams . 250 255 260 For God above in arms of love 265 doth dearly them embrace , And fills their sprights with such delights and pleasures in his grace , As shall not fail nor yet grow stale through frequency of use ; 270 Nor do they ...
... dreams . 250 255 260 For God above in arms of love 265 doth dearly them embrace , And fills their sprights with such delights and pleasures in his grace , As shall not fail nor yet grow stale through frequency of use ; 270 Nor do they ...
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... Dream is vanish'd , Shadow ' s fled , My Soul with Christ , my Body dead . Farewel , dear Wife , Children , and Friends : Hate Heresie , make blessed ends , Bear Poverty , live with good men ; So shall we meet with joy agen . 15 20 25 5 ...
... Dream is vanish'd , Shadow ' s fled , My Soul with Christ , my Body dead . Farewel , dear Wife , Children , and Friends : Hate Heresie , make blessed ends , Bear Poverty , live with good men ; So shall we meet with joy agen . 15 20 25 5 ...
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... dreams were on th ' approaching day Prepare in splendid garbs to make their way To that admir'd solemnity whose date Tho ' late begun will last as long as fate . And now the sprightly Fair approach the glass To heighten every feature of ...
... dreams were on th ' approaching day Prepare in splendid garbs to make their way To that admir'd solemnity whose date Tho ' late begun will last as long as fate . And now the sprightly Fair approach the glass To heighten every feature of ...
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... sporting From scandal turns to trying fortune ; Their future luck the fair foresee In dreams , in cards , but most in tea . Each finds of love some future trophy 140 145 In settlings left of tea or coffee : There fate AMERICAN POEMS.
... sporting From scandal turns to trying fortune ; Their future luck the fair foresee In dreams , in cards , but most in tea . Each finds of love some future trophy 140 145 In settlings left of tea or coffee : There fate AMERICAN POEMS.
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Page 507 - He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on. I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps: His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in...
Page 211 - To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! Israfel And the angel...
Page 381 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page 221 - I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Page 558 - But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind. With tranquil restoration...
Page 220 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Page 221 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Page 228 - With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago. In this kingdom by the sea...
Page 227 - Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.
Page 507 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.