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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... thought that when I came to lie At rest within the ground , ' T were pleasant , that in flowery June , When brooks send up a cheerful tune , 1825 . And groves a joyous sound , The sexton's hand , my grave to make , The rich , green ...
... thought that when I came to lie At rest within the ground , ' T were pleasant , that in flowery June , When brooks send up a cheerful tune , 1825 . And groves a joyous sound , The sexton's hand , my grave to make , The rich , green ...
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... thought , ere yet its power be past , And bind , in words , the fleet emotion fast . Then , should thy verse appear Halting and harsh , and all unaptly wrought , Touch the crude line with fear , Save in the moment of impassioned thought ...
... thought , ere yet its power be past , And bind , in words , the fleet emotion fast . Then , should thy verse appear Halting and harsh , and all unaptly wrought , Touch the crude line with fear , Save in the moment of impassioned thought ...
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... thought , who shed Laurels upon me : and the rush - The torrent of the chilly air Gurgled within my ear the crash 60 Of empires with the captive's prayer- The hum of suitors- and the tone Of flattery ' round a sovereign's throne . - My ...
... thought , who shed Laurels upon me : and the rush - The torrent of the chilly air Gurgled within my ear the crash 60 Of empires with the captive's prayer- The hum of suitors- and the tone Of flattery ' round a sovereign's throne . - My ...
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... thoughts of what entombèd hopes ! How many visions of a maiden that is No more -no more upon thy verdant slopes ! No ... Thought's dominion It stood there ! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair ! 1837 . 3 Je souris à ses ...
... thoughts of what entombèd hopes ! How many visions of a maiden that is No more -no more upon thy verdant slopes ! No ... Thought's dominion It stood there ! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair ! 1837 . 3 Je souris à ses ...
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... thought of the light Of the eyes of my Annie . 80 90 100 My tantalized spirit Here blandly reposes , Forgetting , or never Regretting , its roses Its old agitations Of myrtles and roses : For now , while so quietly Lying , it fancies A ...
... thought of the light Of the eyes of my Annie . 80 90 100 My tantalized spirit Here blandly reposes , Forgetting , or never Regretting , its roses Its old agitations Of myrtles and roses : For now , while so quietly Lying , it fancies A ...
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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.