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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... till the sense Of desolation and of fear became Bitterer than death , yielded himself to And a smile from the green earth's beauty , The. mounds That overlook the rivers , or that rise In the dim forest crowded with old oaks , Answer . A ...
... till the sense Of desolation and of fear became Bitterer than death , yielded himself to And a smile from the green earth's beauty , The. mounds That overlook the rivers , or that rise In the dim forest crowded with old oaks , Answer . A ...
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... till men shall see That Might and Right move hand in hand , And glorious must their triumph bei September , 1861 . 1861 . THE LITTLE PEOPLE OF THE SNOW Alice . One of your old - world stories , Uncle John , Such as you tell us by the ...
... till men shall see That Might and Right move hand in hand , And glorious must their triumph bei September , 1861 . 1861 . THE LITTLE PEOPLE OF THE SNOW Alice . One of your old - world stories , Uncle John , Such as you tell us by the ...
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... till now the encroaching cold Recalled her to herself . ' Too long , too long I linger here , ' she said , and then she sprang Into the path , and with a hurried step Followed it upward . Ever by her side Her little guide kept pace . As ...
... till now the encroaching cold Recalled her to herself . ' Too long , too long I linger here , ' she said , and then she sprang Into the path , and with a hurried step Followed it upward . Ever by her side Her little guide kept pace . As ...
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... Till they seem to pass away , And the fields and their tiny brooklet Lie clear in the light of day . A delicate child and slender , With locks of light - brown hair , From knoll to knoll is leaping In the breezy summer air . He stoops ...
... Till they seem to pass away , And the fields and their tiny brooklet Lie clear in the light of day . A delicate child and slender , With locks of light - brown hair , From knoll to knoll is leaping In the breezy summer air . He stoops ...
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... Till growing bold , he 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 ...
... Till growing bold , he 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 ...
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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.