American Poems (1625-1892)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1912 - 669 pages |
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... mind most vain He fetters cast therein the same to chain ; The work - men put to death the bridge that made , Because they wanted skill the same to ' ve staid . Seven thousand Gallyes chain'd by Tyrians skill Firmly at last accomplished ...
... mind most vain He fetters cast therein the same to chain ; The work - men put to death the bridge that made , Because they wanted skill the same to ' ve staid . Seven thousand Gallyes chain'd by Tyrians skill Firmly at last accomplished ...
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... mind doth treat . 70 Sometimes in Eden fair he seems to be ; Sees glorious Adam there made Lord of all ; Fancyes the Apple dangle on the Tree , That turn'd his Sovereign to a naked thral , Who like a miscreant's driven from that place ...
... mind doth treat . 70 Sometimes in Eden fair he seems to be ; Sees glorious Adam there made Lord of all ; Fancyes the Apple dangle on the Tree , That turn'd his Sovereign to a naked thral , Who like a miscreant's driven from that place ...
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... mind , Thinks each he sees will serve him in his kind , 85 90 95 Though none on Earth but kindred near then could he find . Who fancyes not his looks now at the Barr ? His face like death , his heart with horror fraught . Nor Male ...
... mind , Thinks each he sees will serve him in his kind , 85 90 95 Though none on Earth but kindred near then could he find . Who fancyes not his looks now at the Barr ? His face like death , his heart with horror fraught . Nor Male ...
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... mind , his body break ; 200 From some of these he never finds cessation , But day or night , within , without , vexation , Troubles from foes , from friends , from dearest , near'st Relation . And yet this sinfull creature , frail and ...
... mind , his body break ; 200 From some of these he never finds cessation , But day or night , within , without , vexation , Troubles from foes , from friends , from dearest , near'st Relation . And yet this sinfull creature , frail and ...
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... minds abruptest tales do tell . Now post with double speed , mark what I say ; By all our loves conjure him not to stay . LONGING FOR HEAVEN As weary pilgrim now at rest Hugs with delight his silent nest , His wasted limbes now lye full ...
... minds abruptest tales do tell . Now post with double speed , mark what I say ; By all our loves conjure him not to stay . LONGING FOR HEAVEN As weary pilgrim now at rest Hugs with delight his silent nest , His wasted limbes now lye full ...
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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...
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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.