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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... HOUR 213- 232 WALDEINSAMKEIT FRAGMENTS ON NATURE AND LIFE FRAGMENTS ON THE POET AND POETIC GIFT QUATRAINS AND TRANSLATIONS 90 THE 92 • 90 PAUL REVERE'S RIDE THE CUMBERLAND THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH WEARINESS 233 235 235 239 94 HAWTHORNE ...
... HOUR 213- 232 WALDEINSAMKEIT FRAGMENTS ON NATURE AND LIFE FRAGMENTS ON THE POET AND POETIC GIFT QUATRAINS AND TRANSLATIONS 90 THE 92 • 90 PAUL REVERE'S RIDE THE CUMBERLAND THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH WEARINESS 233 235 235 239 94 HAWTHORNE ...
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... hours She has a voice of gladness , and a smile And eloquence of beauty , and she glides Into his darker musings , with a mild And healing sympathy , that steals away Their sharpness , ere he is aware . thoughts When Of the last bitter hour ...
... hours She has a voice of gladness , and a smile And eloquence of beauty , and she glides Into his darker musings , with a mild And healing sympathy , that steals away Their sharpness , ere he is aware . thoughts When Of the last bitter hour ...
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... hour from study and care , And hie me away to the woodland scene , Where wanders the stream with waters of green , As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink Had given their stain to the waves they drink ; And they , whose meadows it ...
... hour from study and care , And hie me away to the woodland scene , Where wanders the stream with waters of green , As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink Had given their stain to the waves they drink ; And they , whose meadows it ...
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... hour he dreads is come , Are writ among thy praises . But the good- Does he whom thy kind hand dismissed to peace , Upbraid the gentle violence that took off His fetters , and unbarred his prison - cell ? 30 Raise then the hymn to Death ...
... hour he dreads is come , Are writ among thy praises . But the good- Does he whom thy kind hand dismissed to peace , Upbraid the gentle violence that took off His fetters , and unbarred his prison - cell ? 30 Raise then the hymn to Death ...
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... hour . And when the reveller , Mad in the chase of pleasure , stretches on , And strains each nerve , and clears the path of life 90 Like wind , thou point'st him to the dread- ful goal , And shak'st thy hour - glass in his reeling eye ...
... hour . And when the reveller , Mad in the chase of pleasure , stretches on , And strains each nerve , and clears the path of life 90 Like wind , thou point'st him to the dread- ful goal , And shak'st thy hour - glass in his reeling eye ...
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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.