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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... DEATH TABLE OF CONTENTS1 BRYANT LENORE THE VALLEY OF UNREST . PAGE 2 THE COLISEUM HYMN THE YELLOW VIOLET INSCRIPTION FOR THE ENTRANCE TO A To ONE IN PARADISE PAGE 43 44 45 45 334 45 To F 46 To F S -s S. OD 46 A WINTER PIECE O FAIREST OF ...
... DEATH TABLE OF CONTENTS1 BRYANT LENORE THE VALLEY OF UNREST . PAGE 2 THE COLISEUM HYMN THE YELLOW VIOLET INSCRIPTION FOR THE ENTRANCE TO A To ONE IN PARADISE PAGE 43 44 45 45 334 45 To F 46 To F S -s S. OD 46 A WINTER PIECE O FAIREST OF ...
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... DEATH THE SINGER IN THE PRISON 588 588 CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY 553 OUT OF THE CRADLE ENDLESSLY ROCKING 557 ETHIOPIA ... DEATH'S 608 574 THE COMMONPLACE . 608 L. OF G.'s PURPORT 609 WOODS 574 THE UNEXPRESS'D 609 THE WOUND - DRESSER 575 ...
... DEATH THE SINGER IN THE PRISON 588 588 CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY 553 OUT OF THE CRADLE ENDLESSLY ROCKING 557 ETHIOPIA ... DEATH'S 608 574 THE COMMONPLACE . 608 L. OF G.'s PURPORT 609 WOODS 574 THE UNEXPRESS'D 609 THE WOUND - DRESSER 575 ...
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... death , Through the still lapse of ages . tread All that The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom . Take the wings - 50 Of morning , pierce the Barcan wilderness , Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where ...
... death , Through the still lapse of ages . tread All that The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom . Take the wings - 50 Of morning , pierce the Barcan wilderness , Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where ...
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... DEATH OH ! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown , nor deem My voice unworthy of the theme it tries , I would take up the hymn to Death , and say To the grim power , The world hath slan- dered thee ...
... DEATH OH ! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown , nor deem My voice unworthy of the theme it tries , I would take up the hymn to Death , and say To the grim power , The world hath slan- dered thee ...
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... death - hour , shuddered and turned pale When thou wert gone . This faltering verse , which thou Shalt not , as wont , o'erlook , is all I have To offer at thy grave - this- and the hope To copy thy example , and to leave 151 A name of ...
... death - hour , shuddered and turned pale When thou wert gone . This faltering verse , which thou Shalt not , as wont , o'erlook , is all I have To offer at thy grave - this- and the hope To copy thy example , and to leave 151 A name of ...
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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.