The Chief American Poets: Selected Poems by Bryant, Poe, Emerson, Longfellow, Whittier, Holmes, Lowell, Whitman and Lanier; Ed., with Notes, Reference Lists and Biographical SketchesCurtis Hidden Page Houghton, Mifflin, 1905 - 713 страница |
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... thou reform thy victim , long Ere his last hour . And when the reveller , Mad in the chase of pleasure , stretches on , And strains each nerve , and clears the path of life 90 Like wind , thou point'st him to the dread- ful goal , And ...
... thou reform thy victim , long Ere his last hour . And when the reveller , Mad in the chase of pleasure , stretches on , And strains each nerve , and clears the path of life 90 Like wind , thou point'st him to the dread- ful goal , And ...
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... thou wert gone . This faltering verse , which thou Shalt not , as wont , o'erlook , is all I have To offer at thy grave- - this hope ― To copy thy example , and to leave and the 151 A name of which the wretched shall not think As of an ...
... thou wert gone . This faltering verse , which thou Shalt not , as wont , o'erlook , is all I have To offer at thy grave- - this hope ― To copy thy example , and to leave and the 151 A name of which the wretched shall not think As of an ...
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... Thou shalt gaze , at once , Here on white villages , and tilth , and herds , And swarming roads , and there on soli ... Thou know'st , and thou alone , ' She said , for I have told thee , all 10 CHIEF AMERICAN POETS.
... Thou shalt gaze , at once , Here on white villages , and tilth , and herds , And swarming roads , and there on soli ... Thou know'st , and thou alone , ' She said , for I have told thee , all 10 CHIEF AMERICAN POETS.
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... Thou art here- Thou fill'st - The solitude . Thou art in the soft winds That run along the summit of these trees In music ; Thou art in the cooler breath 41 That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes , scarcely felt ; the barky ...
... Thou art here- Thou fill'st - The solitude . Thou art in the soft winds That run along the summit of these trees In music ; Thou art in the cooler breath 41 That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes , scarcely felt ; the barky ...
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... Thou hast my better years ; Thou hast my earlier friends , the good , the kind , Yielded to thee with tears The venerable form , the exalted mind . My spirit yearns to bring The lost ones back- yearns with desire intense , And struggles ...
... Thou hast my better years ; Thou hast my earlier friends , the good , the kind , Yielded to thee with tears The venerable form , the exalted mind . My spirit yearns to bring The lost ones back- yearns with desire intense , And struggles ...
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Acadian beauty behold beneath birds breath clouds dark dead dear death dream earth Edgar Allan Poe edition Emerson Evangeline eyes face feet flowers forest gleam golden grave green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha hills James Russell Lowell John Greenleaf Whittier Kenabeek land Laughing leaves Leaves of Grass light lips living Longfellow look Lowell maiden meadow mighty Mondamin moon morning mountains never night Nokomis o'er Osseo Pau-Puk-Keewis poem poet prairie Ralph Waldo Emerson river rose round sail sang shadow shining shore Sidney Lanier silent singing sleep smile snow song Song of Hiawatha soul sound Specimen Days spirit stars stood summer sunshine sweet thee thet thine things thou thought trees village voice Walt Whitman wampum wandering waves whisper Whittier wigwam wild wind woods words young youth
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Страница 50 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door, 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...
Страница 364 - 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.
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Страница 208 - Of all my boyish dreams. And the burden of that old song, It murmurs and whispers Still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Страница 286 - And for him who sat by the chimney lug, Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only, 'It might have been.' Alas for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge ! God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
Страница 230 - It was one by the village clock, When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town.