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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... HILLS . 330 THE TWO STREAMS 376 MARGUERITE 336 UNDER THE VIOLETS 377 IN SCHOOL - DAYS 337 HYMN OF TRUST 377 MY TRIUMPH 337 A SUN - DAY HYMN 377 MY BIRTHDAY 338 PROLOGUE TO SONGS IN MANY KEYS ' . 378 THE SISTERS 339 BROTHER JONATHAN'S ...
... HILLS . 330 THE TWO STREAMS 376 MARGUERITE 336 UNDER THE VIOLETS 377 IN SCHOOL - DAYS 337 HYMN OF TRUST 377 MY TRIUMPH 337 A SUN - DAY HYMN 377 MY BIRTHDAY 338 PROLOGUE TO SONGS IN MANY KEYS ' . 378 THE SISTERS 339 BROTHER JONATHAN'S ...
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... hills , The quiet dells retiring far between , With gentle invitation to explore Their windings , were a calm society That talked with me and soothed me . the chant 10 Then Of birds , and chime of brooks , and soft caress Of the fresh ...
... hills , The quiet dells retiring far between , With gentle invitation to explore Their windings , were a calm society That talked with me and soothed me . the chant 10 Then Of birds , and chime of brooks , and soft caress Of the fresh ...
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... hills ; be- yond , Above the hills , in the blue distance , rise The mountain - columns with which earth props heaven . There is a tale about these reverend rocks , 50 A sad tradition of unhappy love , And sorrows borne and ended , long ...
... hills ; be- yond , Above the hills , in the blue distance , rise The mountain - columns with which earth props heaven . There is a tale about these reverend rocks , 50 A sad tradition of unhappy love , And sorrows borne and ended , long ...
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... hills . As o'er the verdant waste I guide my steed , Among the high rank that grass sweeps his sides The hollow beating of his footstep seems A sacrilegious sound . I think of those Upon whose rest he tramples . Are they here - The dead ...
... hills . As o'er the verdant waste I guide my steed , Among the high rank that grass sweeps his sides The hollow beating of his footstep seems A sacrilegious sound . I think of those Upon whose rest he tramples . Are they here - The dead ...
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... hills with red ; Thy step the wild - deer's rustling feet Within thy woods are not more fleet ; 10 Thy hopeful eye Is bright as thine own sunny sky . Ay , let them rail— those haughty ones , While WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT 21.
... hills with red ; Thy step the wild - deer's rustling feet Within thy woods are not more fleet ; 10 Thy hopeful eye Is bright as thine own sunny sky . Ay , let them rail— those haughty ones , While WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT 21.
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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.