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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... HEAR AMERICA SINGING POETS TO COME 560 A NOISELESS PATIENT SPIDER 590 560 PASSAGE TO INDIA 590 ME IMPERTURBE 560 DAREST THOU NOW O SOUL . 595 FOR YOU O DEMOCRACY 561 THE LAST INVOCATION 595 RECORDERS AGES HENCE . 561 JOY , SHIPMATE ...
... HEAR AMERICA SINGING POETS TO COME 560 A NOISELESS PATIENT SPIDER 590 560 PASSAGE TO INDIA 590 ME IMPERTURBE 560 DAREST THOU NOW O SOUL . 595 FOR YOU O DEMOCRACY 561 THE LAST INVOCATION 595 RECORDERS AGES HENCE . 561 JOY , SHIPMATE ...
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... hear the torrent , and the wind , And eagle's shriek . There is a precipice 20 That seems a fragment of some mighty wall , Built by the hand that fashioned the old world , To separate its nations , and thrown down When the flood drowned ...
... hear the torrent , and the wind , And eagle's shriek . There is a precipice 20 That seems a fragment of some mighty wall , Built by the hand that fashioned the old world , To separate its nations , and thrown down When the flood drowned ...
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... hear thy grateful sound , Lies the vast inland stretched beyond the sight . Go forth into the gathering shade ; go ... hears the rustling leaf and running 1829 . stream . 40 1830 . TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN 1 THOU blossom bright with autumn ...
... hear thy grateful sound , Lies the vast inland stretched beyond the sight . Go forth into the gathering shade ; go ... hears the rustling leaf and running 1829 . stream . 40 1830 . TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN 1 THOU blossom bright with autumn ...
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... hear his voice Where the winds whisper and the waves re- joice . Even here do I behold - Thy steps , Almighty ! — here , amidst the crowd Through the great city rolled , With everlasting murmur deep and loud Choking the ways that wind ...
... hear his voice Where the winds whisper and the waves re- joice . Even here do I behold - Thy steps , Almighty ! — here , amidst the crowd Through the great city rolled , With everlasting murmur deep and loud Choking the ways that wind ...
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... hear no longer , where we lie , The summer's songs , the autumn's sigh , In the boughs of the apple - tree . And time shall waste this apple - tree . Oh , when its aged branches throw Thin shadows on the ground below , Shall fraud and ...
... hear no longer , where we lie , The summer's songs , the autumn's sigh , In the boughs of the apple - tree . And time shall waste this apple - tree . Oh , when its aged branches throw Thin shadows on the ground below , Shall fraud 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.