Poems of American HistoryBurton Egbert Stevenson Houghton Mifflin, 1908 - 704 страница |
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... Dark doth creep Björne's pallid sail , As the face of a walker in his sleep , Set rigid and most pale , About the night doth peer and peep In a dream of an ancient tale . Lo , here is made a hasty cry : -- Land , land , upon the west ...
... Dark doth creep Björne's pallid sail , As the face of a walker in his sleep , Set rigid and most pale , About the night doth peer and peep In a dream of an ancient tale . Lo , here is made a hasty cry : -- Land , land , upon the west ...
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... Darkness glimmers low With sails from Northland flickering to and fro- Thorwald , Karlsefne , and those twin heirs of ... dark , unshapely block ? Whose hand , of curious skill untaught , Thy rude and savage outline wrought ? The waters ...
... Darkness glimmers low With sails from Northland flickering to and fro- Thorwald , Karlsefne , and those twin heirs of ... dark , unshapely block ? Whose hand , of curious skill untaught , Thy rude and savage outline wrought ? The waters ...
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... Dark , shadow - like , on either hand I see its solemn waste expand ; It climbs the green and cultured hill , It ... darkness on my dreaming eyes ! The forest vanishes in air , Hill - slope and vale lie starkly bare ; I hear the common ...
... Dark , shadow - like , on either hand I see its solemn waste expand ; It climbs the green and cultured hill , It ... darkness on my dreaming eyes ! The forest vanishes in air , Hill - slope and vale lie starkly bare ; I hear the common ...
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... dark Norway pine , On that dark heart of mine Fell their soft splendor . " I wooed the blue - eyed maid , Yielding , yet half afraid , And in the forest's shade Our vows were plighted . Under its loosened vest Fluttered her little ...
... dark Norway pine , On that dark heart of mine Fell their soft splendor . " I wooed the blue - eyed maid , Yielding , yet half afraid , And in the forest's shade Our vows were plighted . Under its loosened vest Fluttered her little ...
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Burton Egbert Stevenson. COLUMBUS TO FERDINAND THE FINAL STRUGGLE. Of midnight suns in western darkness lost , Till ... Dark woes and ingrate wrongs I read , That rack the noble soul . On ! on ! Creation's secrets probe , Then drink thy ...
Burton Egbert Stevenson. COLUMBUS TO FERDINAND THE FINAL STRUGGLE. Of midnight suns in western darkness lost , Till ... Dark woes and ingrate wrongs I read , That rack the noble soul . On ! on ! Creation's secrets probe , Then drink thy ...
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American arms army banner battle beat beneath blood blow bold boys brave breath British Britons cannon Captain cheer CLINTON SCOLLARD command cried dare dark dead death deeds dread EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN eyes fame fear fell fierce fight fire flag flame flash fleet fought freedom gallant Giles Corey glory grave guns hand hath hear heard heart Hearts of oak heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW heroes hills honor Huzza Indian John JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King land light Lord March mighty morning never night o'er peace PHILIP FRENEAU rebel roar rose round sail Saint Leger ship shore shot shout Sir Peter Parker soldiers song sons soon soul Spain stars stood storm sword tears thee THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH thou thousand thunder tide town victory voice WALLACE RICE wave wild wind word wounded Yankee
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