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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... stood their swarming cities . All is gone ; All - save the piles of earth that hold their bones , The platforms where they worshipped un- known gods , The barriers which they builded from the soil To keep the foe at bay - till o'er the ...
... stood their swarming cities . All is gone ; All - save the piles of earth that hold their bones , The platforms where they worshipped un- known gods , The barriers which they builded from the soil To keep the foe at bay - till o'er the ...
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... stood , Within the cottage , all prepared to dare The outer cold , with ample furry robe Close - belted round her waist , and boots of fur , And a broad kerchief , which her mother's hand Had closely drawn about her ruddy cheek . ' Now ...
... stood , Within the cottage , all prepared to dare The outer cold , with ample furry robe Close - belted round her waist , and boots of fur , And a broad kerchief , which her mother's hand Had closely drawn about her ruddy cheek . ' Now ...
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... Stood , with its huge gnarled roots of seem- ing strength , Fast anchored in the glistening bank ; light sprays Of myrtle , roses in their bud and bloom , Drooped by the winding walks ; yet all seemed wrought 170 Of stainless alabaster ...
... Stood , with its huge gnarled roots of seem- ing strength , Fast anchored in the glistening bank ; light sprays Of myrtle , roses in their bud and bloom , Drooped by the winding walks ; yet all seemed wrought 170 Of stainless alabaster ...
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... To make the chilled blood ' move , and win the breath Back to her bosom ; fruitlessly they strove ; The little maid was dead . In blank de- spair 291 They stood , and gazed at her who never more * 28 CHIEF AMERICAN POETS.
... To make the chilled blood ' move , and win the breath Back to her bosom ; fruitlessly they strove ; The little maid was dead . In blank de- spair 291 They stood , and gazed at her who never more * 28 CHIEF AMERICAN POETS.
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... stood repeating ' Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door ; - This it is and nothing more . ' Presently my soul grew stronger ; hesitat- ing then no longer , ' Sir ...
... stood repeating ' Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door ; - This it is and nothing more . ' Presently my soul grew stronger ; hesitat- ing then no longer , ' Sir ...
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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.