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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... All Ages anD OF ALL LANDS , Who heard through the roar of mortal things The God's immortal whisperings- Saw the world - wonder rise and fall , And knew that Beauty made it all . The poet is one who " inscribes things unapparent in.
... All Ages anD OF ALL LANDS , Who heard through the roar of mortal things The God's immortal whisperings- Saw the world - wonder rise and fall , And knew that Beauty made it all . The poet is one who " inscribes things unapparent in.
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... knew life and loved it , and his specialty was mankind as it was , and is . " He was , moreover , the master - builder of English speech , and after his death there was no one advanced enough to carry on his work . The very pat- tern of ...
... knew life and loved it , and his specialty was mankind as it was , and is . " He was , moreover , the master - builder of English speech , and after his death there was no one advanced enough to carry on his work . The very pat- tern of ...
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... knew thee but to love thee , Nor named thee but to praise . Tears fell when thou wert dying , From eyes unused to weep , And long , where thou art lying , Will tears the cold turf steep . When hearts , whose truth was proven , Like ...
... knew thee but to love thee , Nor named thee but to praise . Tears fell when thou wert dying , From eyes unused to weep , And long , where thou art lying , Will tears the cold turf steep . When hearts , whose truth was proven , Like ...
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... knew thee but to love thee , Nor named thee but to praise . " Although the tropes of The American Flag are somewhat strained , and its sensational scheme narrowly escapes bombast , nevertheless it avoids the pathetic and produces an ...
... knew thee but to love thee , Nor named thee but to praise . " Although the tropes of The American Flag are somewhat strained , and its sensational scheme narrowly escapes bombast , nevertheless it avoids the pathetic and produces an ...
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... knew ; The conscious stone to beauty grew . Knowst thou what wove yon woodbird's nest Of leaves and feathers from her breast ? Or how the fish outbuilt her shell , Painting with morn each annual cell ? Or how the sacred pine - tree adds ...
... knew ; The conscious stone to beauty grew . Knowst thou what wove yon woodbird's nest Of leaves and feathers from her breast ? Or how the fish outbuilt her shell , Painting with morn each annual cell ? Or how the sacred pine - tree adds ...
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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.