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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... Look ! the massy trunks Are cased in the pure crystal ; each light spray , Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven , Is studded with its trembling water - drops , That glimmer with an amethystine light . But round the parent - stem ...
... Look ! the massy trunks Are cased in the pure crystal ; each light spray , Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven , Is studded with its trembling water - drops , That glimmer with an amethystine light . But round the parent - stem ...
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... look On what is written , yet I blot not out The desultory numbers ; let them stand , The record of an idle revery . 1820 . 1825 . ' O FAIREST OF THE RURAL MAIDS ' 1 O FAIREST of the rural maids ! Thy birth was in the forest shades ...
... look On what is written , yet I blot not out The desultory numbers ; let them stand , The record of an idle revery . 1820 . 1825 . ' O FAIREST OF THE RURAL MAIDS ' 1 O FAIREST of the rural maids ! Thy birth was in the forest shades ...
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... look on me Do seem to know my shame ; I cannot bear Their 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 ...
... look on me Do seem to know my shame ; I cannot bear Their 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 ...
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... Look through its fringes to the sky , Blue - blue - as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall . I would that thus , when I shall see The hour of death draw near to me , Hope , blossoming within my heart , May look to ...
... Look through its fringes to the sky , Blue - blue - as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall . I would that thus , when I shall see The hour of death draw near to me , Hope , blossoming within my heart , May look to ...
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... look at . Uncle John . You are right , But I must speak of graver matters now . Midwinter was the time , and Eva stood , Within the cottage , all prepared to dare The outer cold , with ample furry robe Close - belted round her waist ...
... look at . Uncle John . You are right , But I must speak of graver matters now . Midwinter was the time , and Eva stood , Within the cottage , all prepared to dare The outer cold , with ample furry robe Close - belted round her waist ...
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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.