American Poems (1625-1892)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1912 - 669 pages |
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... rich golden head ; Their leaves & fruits seem'd painted , but was true 5 Of green , of red , of yellow , mixed hew ; Rapt were my sences at this delectable view . I wist not what to wish ; " yet sure ΙΟ AMERICAN POEMS Contemplations.
... rich golden head ; Their leaves & fruits seem'd painted , but was true 5 Of green , of red , of yellow , mixed hew ; Rapt were my sences at this delectable view . I wist not what to wish ; " yet sure ΙΟ AMERICAN POEMS Contemplations.
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... leaves in th ' woods , the hail or drops of rain , Or in a corn - field number every grain , Or every mote that in the sun - shine hops , May count my sighs and number all my drops . Tell him the countless steps that thou dost trace ...
... leaves in th ' woods , the hail or drops of rain , Or in a corn - field number every grain , Or every mote that in the sun - shine hops , May count my sighs and number all my drops . Tell him the countless steps that thou dost trace ...
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... Leaves and Covers of Eternitie ! A man of Might at heavenly Eloquence To fix the Ear and charm the Conscience , As if Apollos were reviv'd in him Or he had learned of a Seraphim . 5 10 40 35 35 1652 ? Spake many Tongues in one : one ...
... Leaves and Covers of Eternitie ! A man of Might at heavenly Eloquence To fix the Ear and charm the Conscience , As if Apollos were reviv'd in him Or he had learned of a Seraphim . 5 10 40 35 35 1652 ? Spake many Tongues in one : one ...
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... Leaves or Argus Eyes . A better Christian would a miracle Be thought . From most he bore away the Bell . Oakes an Uncomfortable Preacher was , I must confess . Hee made us cry , Alass ! In sad Despair . Of what ? Of ever seeing A better ...
... Leaves or Argus Eyes . A better Christian would a miracle Be thought . From most he bore away the Bell . Oakes an Uncomfortable Preacher was , I must confess . Hee made us cry , Alass ! In sad Despair . Of what ? Of ever seeing A better ...
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... leaves Yet the bright scented dew - drop's found , Pleas'd on thy bosom whilst it heaves , 20 25 330 35 Shall shake its heav'nly fragrance round . Then mingled sweets the sense shall raise , Then mingled THOMAS GODFREY 53 THOMAS GODFREY ...
... leaves Yet the bright scented dew - drop's found , Pleas'd on thy bosom whilst it heaves , 20 25 330 35 Shall shake its heav'nly fragrance round . Then mingled sweets the sense shall raise , Then mingled THOMAS GODFREY 53 THOMAS GODFREY ...
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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.