An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of American Poetry in the Nineteenth CenturyEdmund Clarence Stedman Houghton, Mifflin, 1900 - 878 страница Added t.p., engraved. |
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... LIP AND THE HEART ONE day between the Lip and the Heart A wordless strife arose , Which was expertest in the art His purpose to disclose . a lie ! The Lip called forth the vassal Tongue , And made him vouch The slave his servile anthem ...
... LIP AND THE HEART ONE day between the Lip and the Heart A wordless strife arose , Which was expertest in the art His purpose to disclose . a lie ! The Lip called forth the vassal Tongue , And made him vouch The slave his servile anthem ...
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... lip can speak is worth The silence of the heart . HAIL COLUMBIA HAIL , Columbia ! happy land ! Hail , ye heroes ... lips with coral hue ? Who from India's distant wave For thee those pearly treasures drew ? Who , from yonder orient ...
... lip can speak is worth The silence of the heart . HAIL COLUMBIA HAIL , Columbia ! happy land ! Hail , ye heroes ... lips with coral hue ? Who from India's distant wave For thee those pearly treasures drew ? Who , from yonder orient ...
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... lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it , The brightest that beauty or revelry sips . And now ... LIP AND THE HEART Samuel Woodworth THE BUCKET LOVES SHE LIKE 112.
... lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it , The brightest that beauty or revelry sips . And now ... LIP AND THE HEART Samuel Woodworth THE BUCKET LOVES SHE LIKE 112.
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... lips so hallowed ? Had . The Whether he possess Tetragrammaton , the powerful Name - Inscribed on Moses ' rod , by which he wrought Unheard of wonders , which constrains the Heavens To part with blessings , shakes the earth , and rules ...
... lips so hallowed ? Had . The Whether he possess Tetragrammaton , the powerful Name - Inscribed on Moses ' rod , by which he wrought Unheard of wonders , which constrains the Heavens To part with blessings , shakes the earth , and rules ...
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... lips to drink . Guide of the friendless negro's way , I bless thee for this quiet ray ! In the dark top of southern pines I nestled , when the driver's horn Called to the field , in lengthening lines , My fellows at the break of morn ...
... lips to drink . Guide of the friendless negro's way , I bless thee for this quiet ray ! In the dark top of southern pines I nestled , when the driver's horn Called to the field , in lengthening lines , My fellows at the break of morn ...
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Страница 141 - 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 110 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Страница 115 - T is but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Страница 146 - 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; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Страница 51 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, - the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods - rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Страница 146 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows...
Страница 91 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.
Страница 227 - ... the prize we sought is won. The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Страница 115 - UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Страница 140 - To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! Israfel And the angel...