The Book of Poetry: Collected from the Whole Field of British and American Poetry. Also Translations of Important Poems from Foreign Languages, Том 1Edwin Markham W.H. Wise & Company, 1926 - 3243 страница |
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... give men this rich and varied treasure , something immortal and starry . Of course , it is not alone this lofty bard for whom there is need and place . There is room also for the homely near - by poet , with his humbler ministries - for ...
... give men this rich and varied treasure , something immortal and starry . Of course , it is not alone this lofty bard for whom there is need and place . There is room also for the homely near - by poet , with his humbler ministries - for ...
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... gives us more of the heart of " the ten silent centuries " than do long chapters of Buckle . Symonds offers us many volumes on the Renaissance ; but some brief monologue of Browning- like The Bishop Orders his Tomb - will give us more ...
... gives us more of the heart of " the ten silent centuries " than do long chapters of Buckle . Symonds offers us many volumes on the Renaissance ; but some brief monologue of Browning- like The Bishop Orders his Tomb - will give us more ...
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... gives us his Tintern Abbey , his Obermann Once More , his Rabbi Ben Ezra , his Men of England , his Locksley Hall , his The Voice of Toil , his Eve of Revolution , his Eye - Witness , his The Eagle Forgotten -poems that face the tragic ...
... gives us his Tintern Abbey , his Obermann Once More , his Rabbi Ben Ezra , his Men of England , his Locksley Hall , his The Voice of Toil , his Eve of Revolution , his Eye - Witness , his The Eagle Forgotten -poems that face the tragic ...
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... give it wings . I am grateful to Mr. Wise for his ready cooperation and long patience . I had gotten well under way with my task when , in a crisis , William Griffith - poet and bookman - came to my help . I wing my hearty thanks to him ...
... give it wings . I am grateful to Mr. Wise for his ready cooperation and long patience . I had gotten well under way with my task when , in a crisis , William Griffith - poet and bookman - came to my help . I wing my hearty thanks to him ...
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... Give All to Love Good - bye SARAH HELEN WHITMAN Sonnets ISAAC MCCLELLAN The Death of Napoleon 47 NATHANIEL P. WILLIS Two Women 49 JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Ichabod 52 From " The Eternal Goodness " 53 Maud Muller 54 The Barefoot Boy HENRY ...
... Give All to Love Good - bye SARAH HELEN WHITMAN Sonnets ISAAC MCCLELLAN The Death of Napoleon 47 NATHANIEL P. WILLIS Two Women 49 JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Ichabod 52 From " The Eternal Goodness " 53 Maud Muller 54 The Barefoot Boy HENRY ...
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American Annabel Lee beauty beneath bird blue Blynken breast breath bright Burke and Shea cloud dark dead death door dream earth Edgar Allan Poe Edmund Clarence Stedman EDWIN MARKHAM eternal eyes face feet flame flowers glory grace grave gray green hand hath hear heart heathen Chinee heaven hills Israfel James Whitcomb Riley Kelly and Burke land laugh leaves Lenore light lips living look Marshes of Glynn Maryland mighty moon morning never Nevermore night o'er passion poem poet poetry RICHARD HENRY STODDARD ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON rose sail shadow shine shore silent sing Sir Launfal skies smile song sorrow soul spirit stars strange sweet tears thee thine things thou thought trees Twas Ulalume verse voice wait waves Whitman wild wind wings wonder word youth
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Страница 21 - 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 112 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Страница 19 - 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.
Страница 135 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Страница 67 - 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 75 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Страница 40 - 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 104 - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore !
Страница 101 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Страница 135 - WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.