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 |
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... cold unfeeling guards were seen . - ' Tis gone ! and Nancy tempts no more ; Deep , unrelenting silence reigns ; Of all that pleased , that , charmed before , The tottering chimney scarce remains . Ye tyrant winds , whose ruffian blast ...
... cold unfeeling guards were seen . - ' Tis gone ! and Nancy tempts no more ; Deep , unrelenting silence reigns ; Of all that pleased , that , charmed before , The tottering chimney scarce remains . Ye tyrant winds , whose ruffian blast ...
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... , Be religion your light ; Thoughts of my age , Dread ye not the cold sod ; Hopes of my age , Be ye fixed on your God . DARBY AND JOAN I WHEN Darby saw the setting sun : 0 EARLY YEARS OF THE NATION LOVE TO THE CHURCH St George Tucker.
... , Be religion your light ; Thoughts of my age , Dread ye not the cold sod ; Hopes of my age , Be ye fixed on your God . DARBY AND JOAN I WHEN Darby saw the setting sun : 0 EARLY YEARS OF THE NATION LOVE TO THE CHURCH St George Tucker.
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... cold tempests and snows are no more , Green meadows and brown - furrowed fields reappearing , The fishermen hauling their shad to the shore , And cloud - cleaving geese to the Lakes are a - steering ; When first the lone butterfly flits ...
... cold tempests and snows are no more , Green meadows and brown - furrowed fields reappearing , The fishermen hauling their shad to the shore , And cloud - cleaving geese to the Lakes are a - steering ; When first the lone butterfly flits ...
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... cold , cold grasp of yours With bitter smile . I said to cold Neglect and Scorn , Pass on- I heed you not ; Ye may pursue me till my form And being are ADDITIONAL SELECTIONS 29 HYMN CHURCH THE DEDICATION OF ANDREWS NORTON ROCKED IN The ...
... cold , cold grasp of yours With bitter smile . I said to cold Neglect and Scorn , Pass on- I heed you not ; Ye may pursue me till my form And being are ADDITIONAL SELECTIONS 29 HYMN CHURCH THE DEDICATION OF ANDREWS NORTON ROCKED IN The ...
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... cold light , as it lay that night On the hillside and the sea , Still lies where he laid his houseless head , But the Pilgrim ! where is he ? The Pilgrim Fathers are at rest : When summer's throned on high , G And the world's warm ...
... cold light , as it lay that night On the hillside and the sea , Still lies where he laid his houseless head , But the Pilgrim ! where is he ? The Pilgrim Fathers are at rest : When summer's throned on high , G And the world's warm ...
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Страница 100 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set today a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die,...
Страница 151 - I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Страница 136 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Страница 122 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Страница 54 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Страница 54 - rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Страница 91 - Like the volcano's tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below, The canticles of love and woe: The hand that rounded Peter's dome And groined the aisles of Christian Rome Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew; The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Страница 221 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat: He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on.
Страница 53 - 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 158 - 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, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.