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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... WANDER'D VIRGINIA'S -COME UP FROM THE FIELDS , FATHER . 573 A SIGHT IN CAMP IN THE DAYBREAK GRAY AND DIM MY 71ST YEAR 608 OLD AGE'S SHIP AND CRAFTY DEATH'S 608 574 THE COMMONPLACE . 608 L. OF G.'s PURPORT 609 WOODS 574 THE UNEXPRESS'D ...
... WANDER'D VIRGINIA'S -COME UP FROM THE FIELDS , FATHER . 573 A SIGHT IN CAMP IN THE DAYBREAK GRAY AND DIM MY 71ST YEAR 608 OLD AGE'S SHIP AND CRAFTY DEATH'S 608 574 THE COMMONPLACE . 608 L. OF G.'s PURPORT 609 WOODS 574 THE UNEXPRESS'D ...
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... wandering , but not lost . All day thy wings have fanned , At that far height , the cold , thin atmos- phere , Yet ... wander , and muse , and gaze on thee , Still - save the chirp of birds that feed On the river cherry and seedy reed ...
... wandering , but not lost . All day thy wings have fanned , At that far height , the cold , thin atmos- phere , Yet ... wander , and muse , and gaze on thee , Still - save the chirp of birds that feed On the river cherry and seedy reed ...
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... wander forth And seek the woods . The sunshine on my path Was to me as a friend . The swelling hills , The quiet dells retiring far between , With gentle invitation to explore Their windings , were a calm society That talked with me and ...
... wander forth And seek the woods . The sunshine on my path Was to me as a friend . The swelling hills , The quiet dells retiring far between , With gentle invitation to explore Their windings , were a calm society That talked with me and ...
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... wander here , Pours out on the fair earth his quiet smile- The sweetest of the year . 20 Where now the solemn shade , Verdure and gloom where many branches meet ; So grateful , when the noon of summer made The valleys sick with heat ...
... wander here , Pours out on the fair earth his quiet smile- The sweetest of the year . 20 Where now the solemn shade , Verdure and gloom where many branches meet ; So grateful , when the noon of summer made The valleys sick with heat ...
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... wandering steeps the roots 50 Of half the mighty forest , tells no tale Of all the good it does . Thou hast not left Thyself without a witness , in the shades , Of thy perfections . Grandeur , strength , and grace Are here to speak of ...
... wandering steeps the roots 50 Of half the mighty forest , tells no tale Of all the good it does . Thou hast not left Thyself without a witness , in the shades , Of thy perfections . Grandeur , strength , and grace Are here to speak of ...
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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.