An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of American Poetry in the Nineteenth CenturyEdmund Clarence Stedman Houghton, Mifflin, 1900 - 878 страница |
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... brow ; Then when they sang together , sang for joy Of mount and wood and cataract , and stretch Of keen - aired vasty reaches happy - homed , I heard the stately hymning , saw their light Resolve in flame that evil long inwrought With ...
... brow ; Then when they sang together , sang for joy Of mount and wood and cataract , and stretch Of keen - aired vasty reaches happy - homed , I heard the stately hymning , saw their light Resolve in flame that evil long inwrought With ...
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... brow , He seemed a sea - hawk watching for his prey . With soothing words the widow's mite he gained , With piercing glance watched misery's dark abode , Filched paper scraps while yet a scrap re- mained , Bought where he must , and ...
... brow , He seemed a sea - hawk watching for his prey . With soothing words the widow's mite he gained , With piercing glance watched misery's dark abode , Filched paper scraps while yet a scrap re- mained , Bought where he must , and ...
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... brow Rose like the gate of Paradise , his mouth Was musical as its bright guardians ' songs . Tam . What did he tell thee ? Oh ! what wisdom fell From lips so hallowed ? Had . Whether he possess The Tetragrammaton , the powerful Name ...
... brow Rose like the gate of Paradise , his mouth Was musical as its bright guardians ' songs . Tam . What did he tell thee ? Oh ! what wisdom fell From lips so hallowed ? Had . Whether he possess The Tetragrammaton , the powerful Name ...
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... brow Rejoiced , when he came , in the morning's flame , In the morning's flame burns now . And the moon's cold light , as it lay that night On the hillside and the sea , Still lies where he laid his houseless head , But the Pilgrim ...
... brow Rejoiced , when he came , in the morning's flame , In the morning's flame burns now . And the moon's cold light , as it lay that night On the hillside and the sea , Still lies where he laid his houseless head , But the Pilgrim ...
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... brow , I see it written , " Thou shalt see me there ! " Yes , we all live to God ! Father , thy chastening rod So help us , thine afflicted ones , to bear , That , in the spirit - land , Meeting at thy right hand , - ' T will be our ...
... brow , I see it written , " Thou shalt see me there ! " Yes , we all live to God ! Father , thy chastening rod So help us , thine afflicted ones , to bear , That , in the spirit - land , Meeting at thy right hand , - ' T will be our ...
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Страница 106 - 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, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Страница 146 - 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...
Страница 49 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Страница 147 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me ; Yes ! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Страница 150 - Her deck once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee ; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea...
Страница 12 - O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets...
Страница 12 - O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps
Страница 145 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago), And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
Страница 89 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.
Страница 149 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.