The Chief American Poets: Selected Poems by Bryant, Poe, Emerson, Longfellow, Whittier, Holmes, Lowell, Whitman and LanierCurtis Hidden Page Houghton, Mifflin, 1905 - Всего страниц: 713 |
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... laughed 80 And leaped for joy to see a spotless fame Blasted before his own foul calumnies , Are smit with deadly silence . He , who sold His conscience to preserve a worthless life , Even while he hugs himself on his escape , Trembles ...
... laughed 80 And leaped for joy to see a spotless fame Blasted before his own foul calumnies , Are smit with deadly silence . He , who sold His conscience to preserve a worthless life , Even while he hugs himself on his escape , Trembles ...
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... laughed Their slender laugh to see him wink and grin And make grim faces as he floundered on . But , when the spring came on , what ter- ror reigned Among these Little People of the Snow ! To them the sun's warm beams were shafts of ...
... laughed Their slender laugh to see him wink and grin And make grim faces as he floundered on . But , when the spring came on , what ter- ror reigned Among these Little People of the Snow ! To them the sun's warm beams were shafts of ...
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... laughed : And what is this ? · This fear of the pure snow , the innocent snow , That never harmed aught living ? Thou mayst roam 130 For leagues beyond this garden , and return In safety ; here the grim wolf never prowls , And here the ...
... laughed : And what is this ? · This fear of the pure snow , the innocent snow , That never harmed aught living ? Thou mayst roam 130 For leagues beyond this garden , and return In safety ; here the grim wolf never prowls , And here the ...
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... laughing at her girlish wiles , I'd throw me on her throbbing breast , And pour my spirit out in tears There was no need to speak the rest No need to quiet any fears Of her who ask'd no reason why , But turn'd on me her quiet eye ! Yet ...
... laughing at her girlish wiles , I'd throw me on her throbbing breast , And pour my spirit out in tears There was no need to speak the rest No need to quiet any fears Of her who ask'd no reason why , But turn'd on me her quiet eye ! Yet ...
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... laughed and leapt In the tangles of Love's very hair ? 1821 ? -1829.2 ΤΟ --- 240 1827 , 1829 . I SAW thee on thy bridal day- When a burning blush came o'er thee , Though happiness around thee lay , The world all love before thee : And ...
... laughed and leapt In the tangles of Love's very hair ? 1821 ? -1829.2 ΤΟ --- 240 1827 , 1829 . I SAW thee on thy bridal day- When a burning blush came o'er thee , Though happiness around thee lay , The world all love before thee : And ...
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Стр. 13 - ... all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship ! — Nature here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly around From perch to perch the solitary bird Passes ; and yon clear spring, that 'midst its herbs Wells softly forth, and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of all the good it does.