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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... eyes And on hard cheeks , and they who deemed thy skill Delayed their 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 ...
... eyes And on hard cheeks , and they who deemed thy skill Delayed their 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 ...
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... eyes ; I cannot from my heart root out The love that wrings it so , and I must die . ' It was a summer morning , and they went To this old precipice . About the cliffs Lay garlands , ears of maize , and shaggy skins Of wolf and bear ...
... eyes ; I cannot from my heart root out The love that wrings it so , and I must die . ' It was a summer morning , and they went To this old precipice . About the cliffs Lay garlands , ears of maize , and shaggy skins Of wolf and bear ...
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... eyes ; she knelt In the mid - path . Father ! forgive this sin ; Forgive myself I cannot ' thus she prayed , And rose and hastened onward . When , at last , They reached the outer air , the clear north breathed A bitter cold , from ...
... eyes ; she knelt In the mid - path . Father ! forgive this sin ; Forgive myself I cannot ' thus she prayed , And rose and hastened onward . When , at last , They reached the outer air , the clear north breathed A bitter cold , from ...
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... eyes that read . The secret wouldst thou know To touch the heart or fire the blood at will ? Let thine own eyes o'erflow ; So shalt thou frame a lay That haply may endure from age to age , And they who read shall say : 51 What witchery ...
... eyes that read . The secret wouldst thou know To touch the heart or fire the blood at will ? Let thine own eyes o'erflow ; So shalt thou frame a lay That haply may endure from age to age , And they who read shall say : 51 What witchery ...
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... eyes are so like my own . I see him next in his chamber , Where he sits him down to write The rhymes he framed in his ramble , And he cons them with delight . A kindly figure enters , A man of middle age , And points to a line just ...
... eyes are so like my own . I see him next in his chamber , Where he sits him down to write The rhymes he framed in his ramble , And he cons them with delight . A kindly figure enters , A man of middle age , And points to a line just ...
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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.