Readings in American PoetryJohn C. Riker, 1843 - 264 pages |
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... blue . Ah me ! what mischiefs on the dead attend ! Wandering a stranger to the shores below , Where shall I brook or real fountain find ? Lazy and sad deluding waters flow : Such is the picture in my boding mind ! THE DYING INDIAN ...
... blue . Ah me ! what mischiefs on the dead attend ! Wandering a stranger to the shores below , Where shall I brook or real fountain find ? Lazy and sad deluding waters flow : Such is the picture in my boding mind ! THE DYING INDIAN ...
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... blue Float round the distant mountain's side . At midnight hour , as shines the moon , A sheet of silver spreads below , And swift she cuts , at highest noon , Light clouds , like wreaths of purest snow . On thy fair bosom , silver lake ...
... blue Float round the distant mountain's side . At midnight hour , as shines the moon , A sheet of silver spreads below , And swift she cuts , at highest noon , Light clouds , like wreaths of purest snow . On thy fair bosom , silver lake ...
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... blue My vision marks from whence thy music ranges . And why this hour - this voiceless hour - is thine , And thine alone , I cannot tell . Perchance , While all is hush and silent but the heart , * The river Huron rises in the interior ...
... blue My vision marks from whence thy music ranges . And why this hour - this voiceless hour - is thine , And thine alone , I cannot tell . Perchance , While all is hush and silent but the heart , * The river Huron rises in the interior ...
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... blue berries . In these peaceful shades- Peaceful , unpruned , immeasurably old- My thoughts go up the long dim path of years , Back to the earliest days of Liberty . O FREEDOM ! thou art not as poets dream , A fair young girl , with ...
... blue berries . In these peaceful shades- Peaceful , unpruned , immeasurably old- My thoughts go up the long dim path of years , Back to the earliest days of Liberty . O FREEDOM ! thou art not as poets dream , A fair young girl , with ...
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... blue cups trembling , and they nod So gracefully to the kisses of the wind . It be deem'd too idle , but the young may Read nature like the manuscript of heaven , And call the flowers its poetry . Go out ! Ye spirits of habitual unrest ...
... blue cups trembling , and they nod So gracefully to the kisses of the wind . It be deem'd too idle , but the young may Read nature like the manuscript of heaven , And call the flowers its poetry . Go out ! Ye spirits of habitual unrest ...
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ALBERT PIKE ALNWICK CASTLE Amid beauty beneath bird blue breast breath breeze bright brow CARLOS WILCOX cheek cloud dark dead death deep dost dream earth Excelsior fade fair FITZ-GREENE HALLECK flowers forest gale gaze gentle gloom glorious glory glow GRAY FOREST-EAGLE green groves hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY W hills hour lake land leaves life's light living lone look morning mountain N. P. WILLIS night o'er ocean pale pass pass'd pinions prayer R. H. DANA rest rock round SENECA LAKE shade shore sigh silent sleep slumbers smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweep sweet swell tears thee thine Thou art thou hast thoughts throne thundering bands tone tree twilight URSA MAJOR voice WASHINGTON ALLSTON waters waves weary whip-poor-will wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT winds wing wither'd woods youth
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Page 147 - The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the goldenrod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook...
Page 161 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?" Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 15 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, 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 15 - Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 147 - 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 63 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Page 15 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 146 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Page 73 - The fan-coral sweeps through the clear, deep sea ; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea. And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own.
Page 14 - The hills, Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun ; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods ; rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks, That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man...