The Chief American Poets: Selected Poems by Bryant, Poe, Emerson, Longfellow, Whittier, Holmes, Lowell, Whitman and LanierCurtis Hidden Page Houghton Mifflin, 1905 - 713 страница |
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... face to face , Meet is it that my voice should utter forth Thy nobler triumphs ; I will teach the world To thank thee . Who are thine accusers ? - Who ? The living ! -they who never felt thy power , And know thee not . The curses of the ...
... face to face , Meet is it that my voice should utter forth Thy nobler triumphs ; I will teach the world To thank thee . Who are thine accusers ? - Who ? The living ! -they who never felt thy power , And know thee not . The curses of the ...
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... face . O Fairest of the Rural Maids ' will strike every poet as the truest poem written by Bryant . ( POE . ) The twilight of the trees and rocks Is in the light shade of thy locks ; Thy step is as the wind , that weaves Its playful way ...
... face . O Fairest of the Rural Maids ' will strike every poet as the truest poem written by Bryant . ( POE . ) The twilight of the trees and rocks Is in the light shade of thy locks ; Thy step is as the wind , that weaves Its playful way ...
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... face us Are beat to earth again ; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind , And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind . Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil : We talk the battle over ...
... face us Are beat to earth again ; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind , And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind . Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil : We talk the battle over ...
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... face to glass , or , rising thence , They shook from their full laps the soft , light snow , And buried the great ... faces as he floundered on . But , when the spring came on , what ter- ror reigned Among these Little People of the Snow ...
... face to glass , or , rising thence , They shook from their full laps the soft , light snow , And buried the great ... faces as he floundered on . But , when the spring came on , what ter- ror reigned Among these Little People of the Snow ...
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... face to the 1884 reprint of Tamerlane and Other Poems ( quoted by Mr. Harrison ) , it may claim to rank as the most remarkable production that any English - speaking or English - writing poet of this century has published in his teens ...
... face to the 1884 reprint of Tamerlane and Other Poems ( quoted by Mr. Harrison ) , it may claim to rank as the most remarkable production that any English - speaking or English - writing poet of this century has published in his teens ...
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Страница 104 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
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Страница 100 - 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...
Страница 287 - 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.
Страница 69 - The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter 'Little Prig; Bun replied, 'You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you...
Страница 311 - 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.
Страница 111 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Страница 362 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!
Страница 286 - And for him who sat by the chimney lug, Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only, 'It might have been.' Alas for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge ! God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
Страница 417 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.