Poetry of America: Selections from One Hundred American Poets from 1776 to 1876G. Bell, 1878 - 387 страница |
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... door , Whence to and fro the waiters run , Like bucket - men at fires in town . Then with three shouts that tore the sky , " Tis consecrate to liberty . To guard it from the attacks of tories , A grand committee cull'd of four is ; Who ...
... door , Whence to and fro the waiters run , Like bucket - men at fires in town . Then with three shouts that tore the sky , " Tis consecrate to liberty . To guard it from the attacks of tories , A grand committee cull'd of four is ; Who ...
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... door , I hear a footfall on the chamber stair ; I'm stepping tow'rd the hall To give the boy a call ; And then bethink me that he is not there ! I thread the crowded street ; A satchel'd lad I 12 POETRY OF AMERICA . My Child.
... door , I hear a footfall on the chamber stair ; I'm stepping tow'rd the hall To give the boy a call ; And then bethink me that he is not there ! I thread the crowded street ; A satchel'd lad I 12 POETRY OF AMERICA . My Child.
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... door Where one who made their dwelling dear , Its flower , its light , is seen no more . Youth , with pale cheek and slender frame , And dreams of greatness in thine eye ! Goest thou to build an early name , Or early in the task to die ...
... door Where one who made their dwelling dear , Its flower , its light , is seen no more . Youth , with pale cheek and slender frame , And dreams of greatness in thine eye ! Goest thou to build an early name , Or early in the task to die ...
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... door , He led her by the hand . To be his slave and paramour In a strange and distant land ! PAUL REVERE'S RIDE . LISTEN , my children ! and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere , On the eighteenth of April in ' Seventy ...
... door , He led her by the hand . To be his slave and paramour In a strange and distant land ! PAUL REVERE'S RIDE . LISTEN , my children ! and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere , On the eighteenth of April in ' Seventy ...
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... door , The sound of arms , and the tramp of feet , And the measured tread of the grenadiers Marching down to their boats on the shore . Then he climb'd to the tower of the church , Up the wooden stairs with stealthy tread , To the ...
... door , The sound of arms , and the tramp of feet , And the measured tread of the grenadiers Marching down to their boats on the shore . Then he climb'd to the tower of the church , Up the wooden stairs with stealthy tread , To the ...
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Albert Pike Annabel Lee beauty bells beneath Betsy bird blood blow blue BOBOLINK Born brave breast breath breeze bright brow cloud cold dark dead death deep door dream earth evermore eyes fall fill'd fire flowers gate glory golden growing hair hallelujah hand hath head hear heard heart Heathen Chinee heaven hill hour James Russell Lowell John John Brown's body kiss leaves light lips look look'd lover Maryland moon never night o'er Old Brown Osawatomie Brown pass'd peace Phoebe Cary Pioneers play'd poems Rhocus rose round seem'd shine shore silent sing sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spirit star-spangled banner stars stood summer sweet SWEET oblivion tears tell thee thine thou thought to-day Toorners tree turn'd Twas unto vex'd voice waves ween whip-poor-will wild William Ellery Channing wind wings
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Страница 123 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Страница 124 - What a gush of euphony voluminously wells' How it swells How it dwells On the Future; how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Страница 125 - In the silence of the night How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people, They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human, They are Ghouls...
Страница 24 - 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 122 - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Страница 114 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil : Still as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Страница 73 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Страница 71 - ... with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his saddle-girth; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry-tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle...
Страница 97 - In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight.