American PoetryPercy Holmes Boynton, Howard Mumford Jones, George Sherburn, Frank Martindale Webster C. Scribner's sons, 1918 - 721 pages |
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... look back to Ages past , And men in being fancy those are dead , It makes things gone perpetually to last , And ... looks her in the face , 80 Bewails his unknown hap , and fate for- lorn ; His Mother sighs , to think of Paradise , And ...
... look back to Ages past , And men in being fancy those are dead , It makes things gone perpetually to last , And ... looks her in the face , 80 Bewails his unknown hap , and fate for- lorn ; His Mother sighs , to think of Paradise , And ...
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... look for that , that never will decay . If all were shod with Gospel's lasting Peace ; Hatred abroad , and Wars at home would cease . ON " THE TENTH MUSE " BY N. WARD1 1647 . Mercury shew'd Apollo , Bartas Book , Minerva this , and ...
... look for that , that never will decay . If all were shod with Gospel's lasting Peace ; Hatred abroad , and Wars at home would cease . ON " THE TENTH MUSE " BY N. WARD1 1647 . Mercury shew'd Apollo , Bartas Book , Minerva this , and ...
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... look dim : 10 Just as his beams force our pale lamps to wink , And earthly Fires , within their ashes shrink . B. W.3 A FUNERAL ELEGY UPON THE DEATH OF THE TRULY REV- EREND MR . JOHN COTTON , LATE TEACHER OF THE CHURCH OF CHRIST AT BOS ...
... look dim : 10 Just as his beams force our pale lamps to wink , And earthly Fires , within their ashes shrink . B. W.3 A FUNERAL ELEGY UPON THE DEATH OF THE TRULY REV- EREND MR . JOHN COTTON , LATE TEACHER OF THE CHURCH OF CHRIST AT BOS ...
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... look , and cease to graze , But into Covert run thro ' various Ways . And now the Clouds in black Assemblage rise , And dreary Darkness overspreads the Skies , 140 Thro ' which the Sun strives to transmit his Beams , " But sheds his ...
... look , and cease to graze , But into Covert run thro ' various Ways . And now the Clouds in black Assemblage rise , And dreary Darkness overspreads the Skies , 140 Thro ' which the Sun strives to transmit his Beams , " But sheds his ...
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... look back with Pleasure on my Stage ; And as the setting Sun withdrew his Light To rise on other Worlds serene and bright , Cheerful may I resign my vital Breath , Nor anxious tremble at th ' Approach of Death ; Which shall ( I hope ) ...
... look back with Pleasure on my Stage ; And as the setting Sun withdrew his Light To rise on other Worlds serene and bright , Cheerful may I resign my vital Breath , Nor anxious tremble at th ' Approach of Death ; Which shall ( I hope ) ...
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Page 234 - This 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 234 - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. 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!
Page 236 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Page 233 - December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore.
Page 235 - Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore : Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
Page 269 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Page 178 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Page 238 - 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. And this was the reason that, long ago. In this kingdom by the sea.
Page 169 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Page 256 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.