American PoetryC. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - 721 страница |
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... fight , With threatening teeth , uplifted paws , Projecting horns and spreading claws , Enrag'd advance - push on the fray , And claim the honours at the day . The bat still hov'ring to and fro , Observ'd how things were like to go ...
... fight , With threatening teeth , uplifted paws , Projecting horns and spreading claws , Enrag'd advance - push on the fray , And claim the honours at the day . The bat still hov'ring to and fro , Observ'd how things were like to go ...
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... fight with quills , like porcupines . Or let us turn the style and see Our belles assembled o'er their tea ; Where folly sweetens ev'ry theme , And scandal serves for sugar'd cream . 280 " And did you hear the news ? ( they cry ) The ...
... fight with quills , like porcupines . Or let us turn the style and see Our belles assembled o'er their tea ; Where folly sweetens ev'ry theme , And scandal serves for sugar'd cream . 280 " And did you hear the news ? ( they cry ) The ...
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... fights , By trine and quartile of its lights . 360 Yet that we fairly may proceed , We own that ladies sometimes read , And grieve , that reading is confin'd To books that poison all the mind ; Novels and plays , ( where shines display ...
... fights , By trine and quartile of its lights . 360 Yet that we fairly may proceed , We own that ladies sometimes read , And grieve , that reading is confin'd To books that poison all the mind ; Novels and plays , ( where shines display ...
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... fight and groan For public good , and mean your own ; Prevent the law by fierce attacks From quitting scores upon your backs ; Lay your old dread , the gallows , low , And seize the stocks , your ancient foe , And turn them to ...
... fight and groan For public good , and mean your own ; Prevent the law by fierce attacks From quitting scores upon your backs ; Lay your old dread , the gallows , low , And seize the stocks , your ancient foe , And turn them to ...
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... fight was idle ; By foes encompass'd in the middle , His hope , in stratagems , he found , And fell right craftily to ground ; Then crept to seek an hiding place , ' Twas all he could , beneath a brace ; Where soon the conqu'ring crew ...
... fight was idle ; By foes encompass'd in the middle , His hope , in stratagems , he found , And fell right craftily to ground ; Then crept to seek an hiding place , ' Twas all he could , beneath a brace ; Where soon the conqu'ring crew ...
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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 233 - December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore.
Страница 401 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and...
Страница 170 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, 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 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.
Страница 136 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Страница 367 - And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints,...
Страница 367 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...
Страница 382 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O 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 537 - O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up— for you the flag is flung— for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd...