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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... stood , As now they stand , massy , and tall , and dark , Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold 1 See Godwin's Life of Bryant , vol . i , p . 214 . Communion with his Maker . These dim vaults , These 12 CHIEF AMERICAN POETS.
... stood , As now they stand , massy , and tall , and dark , Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold 1 See Godwin's Life of Bryant , vol . i , p . 214 . Communion with his Maker . These dim vaults , These 12 CHIEF AMERICAN POETS.
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... Stood still , with all his rounded billows fixed , 1 See the account of Bryant's first visit to the West , in Godwin's Life , vol . i , pp . 282-286 . Especially signi- ficant is a passage from Bryant's letter to Richard H. Dana : I ...
... Stood still , with all his rounded billows fixed , 1 See the account of Bryant's first visit to the West , in Godwin's Life , vol . i , pp . 282-286 . Especially signi- ficant is a passage from Bryant's letter to Richard H. Dana : I ...
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... stood their swarming cities . All is gone ; All save the piles of earth that hold their bones , The platforms where they worshipped un- known gods , The barriers which they builded from the soil To keep the foe at bay - till o'er the ...
... stood their swarming cities . All is gone ; All save the piles of earth that hold their bones , The platforms where they worshipped un- known gods , The barriers which they builded from the soil To keep the foe at bay - till o'er the ...
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... stood , Within the cottage , all prepared to dare The outer cold , with ample furry robe Close - belted round her waist , and boots of fur , And a broad kerchief , which her mother's hand Had closely drawn about her ruddy cheek . Now ...
... stood , Within the cottage , all prepared to dare The outer cold , with ample furry robe Close - belted round her waist , and boots of fur , And a broad kerchief , which her mother's hand Had closely drawn about her ruddy cheek . Now ...
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... Stood , with its huge gnarled roots of seem- ing strength , Fast anchored in the glistening bank ; light sprays Of myrtle , roses in their bud and bloom , Drooped by the winding walks ; yet all seemed wrought 170 Of stainless alabaster ...
... Stood , with its huge gnarled roots of seem- ing strength , Fast anchored in the glistening bank ; light sprays Of myrtle , roses in their bud and bloom , Drooped by the winding walks ; yet all seemed wrought 170 Of stainless alabaster ...
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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 :
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