Century Readings for a Course in American Literature, Том 1Fred Lewis Pattee Century Company, 1926 - 1081 страница |
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... o'er the lofty Seat 5 And trace the Mazes of the soft Retreat , View the fair Prospects , round the Gardens rove , Bend up the Hill and search the lonely Grove . 10 But ah , no more his Voice salutes my Ear , Nor in his Hands the ...
... o'er the lofty Seat 5 And trace the Mazes of the soft Retreat , View the fair Prospects , round the Gardens rove , Bend up the Hill and search the lonely Grove . 10 But ah , no more his Voice salutes my Ear , Nor in his Hands the ...
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... o'er , Nor torment your lover more . While youth is warm within our veins , And nature tempts us to be gay , 20 25 Continu'd curses , to torment us more . 300 Tho 63 THOMAS GODFREY (1736-1763) The Prince of Parthia PAGE 5555 33333.
... o'er , Nor torment your lover more . While youth is warm within our veins , And nature tempts us to be gay , 20 25 Continu'd curses , to torment us more . 300 Tho 63 THOMAS GODFREY (1736-1763) The Prince of Parthia PAGE 5555 33333.
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... O'er lifeless heaps of men the soldiers climb 165 Still eager for the combat , while the ground Made slipp'ry by the gushing streams of gore Is treach'rous to their feet . - Oh ! horrid sight ! - Too much for me to stand , my life was ...
... O'er lifeless heaps of men the soldiers climb 165 Still eager for the combat , while the ground Made slipp'ry by the gushing streams of gore Is treach'rous to their feet . - Oh ! horrid sight ! - Too much for me to stand , my life was ...
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... O'er the hills far away , at the birth of the morn , I hear the full tone of the sweet - sounding horn ; The sportsmen with shoutings all hail the new day , And swift run the hounds o'er the hills far away . Across the deep valley their ...
... O'er the hills far away , at the birth of the morn , I hear the full tone of the sweet - sounding horn ; The sportsmen with shoutings all hail the new day , And swift run the hounds o'er the hills far away . Across the deep valley their ...
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... o'er the hills far away . JEMMY THE SAILOR My love is gone to sea , Whilst I his absence mourn , No joy shall smile on me Until my love return . He ask'd me for his bride , And many vows he swore ; I blush'd - and soon complied , My ...
... o'er the hills far away . JEMMY THE SAILOR My love is gone to sea , Whilst I his absence mourn , No joy shall smile on me Until my love return . He ask'd me for his bride , And many vows he swore ; I blush'd - and soon complied , My ...
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Страница 250 - 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 444 - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
Страница 252 - 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 448 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Страница 361 - There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Страница 445 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Страница 251 - Shalt thou retire alone, — nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Страница 249 - Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Страница 379 - You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled — How the farmers gave them ball for ball From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Страница 378 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet. That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.