American PoetryC. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - 721 страница |
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... eyes Give Thyme or Parsley wreath , I ask no bayes , This mean and unrefined ure of mine Will make you [ r ] ... Eye , Whose ruffling top the Clouds seem'd to aspire ; How long since thou wast in thine In- fancy ? Thy strength , and ...
... eyes Give Thyme or Parsley wreath , I ask no bayes , This mean and unrefined ure of mine Will make you [ r ] ... Eye , Whose ruffling top the Clouds seem'd to aspire ; How long since thou wast in thine In- fancy ? Thy strength , and ...
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... Eye Hath strength , thy shining Rayes once to behold ? And is thy splendid Throne erect so high ? As to approach it , can ... Eyes to lofty Skyes I rear'd To sing some Song , my mazed Muse thought meet . My great Creator I would magnifie ...
... Eye Hath strength , thy shining Rayes once to behold ? And is thy splendid Throne erect so high ? As to approach it , can ... Eyes to lofty Skyes I rear'd To sing some Song , my mazed Muse thought meet . My great Creator I would magnifie ...
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... eyes ; yea , and the wise through sloth and frailty slumber'd . Like as of old , when Men grow bold God's threatenings to contemn , 10 Who stop their Ear , and would not hear , when Mercy warned them : But took their course without ...
... eyes ; yea , and the wise through sloth and frailty slumber'd . Like as of old , when Men grow bold God's threatenings to contemn , 10 Who stop their Ear , and would not hear , when Mercy warned them : But took their course without ...
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... Eye surrounding Objects see . Then thoughtless Childhood leads pleas'd and gay , us 289 In life's fair morning thro ... Eyes , Now the gay Fields of Poetry he views , And joyous listens to the tuneful Muse ; Now History affords him vast ...
... Eye surrounding Objects see . Then thoughtless Childhood leads pleas'd and gay , us 289 In life's fair morning thro ... Eyes , Now the gay Fields of Poetry he views , And joyous listens to the tuneful Muse ; Now History affords him vast ...
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... Eyes The gloomy Storm slow - sailing up the Skies , Hoarse Whirlwinds thunder o'er the dis- tant Deep , And the white foaming Waves majestick sweep , Up to the Skies the Shat'red Ship is tost , Then down the bottomless Abyss is lost ...
... Eyes The gloomy Storm slow - sailing up the Skies , Hoarse Whirlwinds thunder o'er the dis- tant Deep , And the white foaming Waves majestick sweep , Up to the Skies the Shat'red Ship is tost , Then down the bottomless Abyss is lost ...
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ANNABEL LEE Anne Bradstreet arms Atlantic Monthly beauty bells beneath bird brave breast breath bright clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fame fate fear fight fire Fitz-Greene Halleck flame flowers forest freedom Freeman's Journal friends glory grace Graham's Magazine grave green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha hills JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE King land laugh leaves light live look Lord maize mighty Mondamin moon morning mountain Muse never night Nokomis o'er Osawatomie peace Philip Freneau poem poet proud rise round sail shade shadow shine shore silent sing skies sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars stream strong sweet thee thet thine things thou thought throne toil trees verse voice W. D. Howells wave wild wind wings wonder woods words York Evening Post
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Страница 238 - 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.
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