American PoetryC. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - 721 pages |
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... hearts do ake , trembling their loynes surprizeth ; Amaz'd with fear , by what they hear , each one of them ariseth ... heart so bold , but now grows cold and almost dead with fear : No eye so dry , but now can cry , and pour out many a ...
... hearts do ake , trembling their loynes surprizeth ; Amaz'd with fear , by what they hear , each one of them ariseth ... heart so bold , but now grows cold and almost dead with fear : No eye so dry , but now can cry , and pour out many a ...
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... heart some Gleams of Com- fort rise ; He hopes the Gust has almost spent its Force , And that he safely may pursue his Course . Thus far my Life does with the Day agree , 311 Oh ! may its coming Stage from Storms be free , While passing ...
... heart some Gleams of Com- fort rise ; He hopes the Gust has almost spent its Force , And that he safely may pursue his Course . Thus far my Life does with the Day agree , 311 Oh ! may its coming Stage from Storms be free , While passing ...
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... HEART DISDAINS 1 My generous heart disdains The slave of love to be ; I scorn his servile chains , And boast my liberty . This whining And pining And wasting with care , Are not to my taste , be she ever so fair . 2 Shall a girl's ...
... HEART DISDAINS 1 My generous heart disdains The slave of love to be ; I scorn his servile chains , And boast my liberty . This whining And pining And wasting with care , Are not to my taste , be she ever so fair . 2 Shall a girl's ...
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... hearts and souls Tow'rd glare of gilded button - holes ! 520 What lady's heart can stand its ground ' Gainst hats with glittering edging bound ? While vests and shoes and hose conspire , And gloves and ruffles fan the fire , And ...
... hearts and souls Tow'rd glare of gilded button - holes ! 520 What lady's heart can stand its ground ' Gainst hats with glittering edging bound ? While vests and shoes and hose conspire , And gloves and ruffles fan the fire , And ...
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... heart , 540 So witches , hunters say , confound ' em , For silver bullets only wound ' em . But now the time was come , our fair Should all the plagues of passion share , And after ev'ry heart she'd won , By sad disaster lose her own ...
... heart , 540 So witches , hunters say , confound ' em , For silver bullets only wound ' em . But now the time was come , our fair Should all the plagues of passion share , And after ev'ry heart she'd won , By sad disaster lose her own ...
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ANNABEL LEE Anne Bradstreet arms Atlantic Monthly beauty bells beneath bird brave breast breath bright clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fame fate fear fight fire Fitz-Greene Halleck flame flowers forest freedom Freeman's Journal friends glory grace Graham's Magazine grave green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha hills JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE King land laugh leaves light live look Lord maize mighty Mondamin moon morning mountain Muse never night Nokomis o'er Osawatomie peace Philip Freneau poem poet proud rise round sail shade shadow shine shore silent sing skies sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars stream strong sweet thee thet thine things thou thought throne toil trees verse voice W. D. Howells wave wild wind wings wonder woods words York Evening Post
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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 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 401 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and...
Page 170 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 238 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we — Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Page 136 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 367 - And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints,...
Page 367 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...
Page 382 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate. We know what master laid thy keel; What workmen wrought thy ribs of steel; Who made each mast and sail and rope ; What anvils rang, what hammers beat; In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope.
Page 537 - O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up— for you the flag is flung— for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd...