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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... turn shall follow them . So live , that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan , which moves To that mysterious realm , where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death , Thou go not , like the quarry ...
... turn shall follow them . So live , that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan , which moves To that mysterious realm , where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death , Thou go not , like the quarry ...
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... turn and wheel again , Unwinding their swift track . So rapidly Flowed the meandering stream of that fair dance , Beneath that dome of light . Bright eyes that looked From under lily - brows , and gauzy scarfs Sparkling like snow ...
... turn and wheel again , Unwinding their swift track . So rapidly Flowed the meandering stream of that fair dance , Beneath that dome of light . Bright eyes that looked From under lily - brows , and gauzy scarfs Sparkling like snow ...
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... turn to the woodlands , And shudder as I see The mock - grape's blood - red banner Hung out on the cedar - tree ; And I think of days of slaughter , And the night - sky red with flames , On the Chattahoochee's meadows , And the wasted ...
... turn to the woodlands , And shudder as I see The mock - grape's blood - red banner Hung out on the cedar - tree ; And I think of days of slaughter , And the night - sky red with flames , On the Chattahoochee's meadows , And the wasted ...
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... turn my eyes , and looking back Where that tumultuous flood has been , I see The silent ocean of the Past , a waste Of waters weltering over graves , its shores Strewn with the wreck of fleets where mast and hull Drop away piecemeal ...
... turn my eyes , and looking back Where that tumultuous flood has been , I see The silent ocean of the Past , a waste Of waters weltering over graves , its shores Strewn with the wreck of fleets where mast and hull Drop away piecemeal ...
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... turn'd his soften'd eye . 190 ' T was sunset : when the sun will part There comes a sullenness of heart To him who still would look upon The glory of the summer sun . That soul will hate the ev'ning mist So often lovely , and will list ...
... turn'd his soften'd eye . 190 ' T was sunset : when the sun will part There comes a sullenness of heart To him who still would look upon The glory of the summer sun . That soul will hate the ev'ning mist So often lovely , and will list ...
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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.