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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... waves they drink ; And they , whose meadows it murmurs through , Have named the stream from its own fair hue . Yet pure its waters - its shallows are bright 9 With colored pebbles and sparkles of light , 1 This was Bryant's favorite ...
... waves they drink ; And they , whose meadows it murmurs through , Have named the stream from its own fair hue . Yet pure its waters - its shallows are bright 9 With colored pebbles and sparkles of light , 1 This was Bryant's favorite ...
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... nature , and by its artistic completeness , aroused Poe's great admiration . He speaks of the last lines in the third stanza as ' breathing all the spirit of Shelley . ' Riding all day the wild blue waves till now , WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ...
... nature , and by its artistic completeness , aroused Poe's great admiration . He speaks of the last lines in the third stanza as ' breathing all the spirit of Shelley . ' Riding all day the wild blue waves till now , WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ...
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... waves till now , Roughening their crests , and scattering high their spray , And swelling the white sail . I welcome thee To the scorched land , thou wanderer of the sea ! 10 Nor I alone ; a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the ...
... waves till now , Roughening their crests , and scattering high their spray , And swelling the white sail . I welcome thee To the scorched land , thou wanderer of the sea ! 10 Nor I alone ; a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the ...
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... waves re- joice . Even here do I behold - Thy steps , Almighty ! — here , amidst the crowd Through the great city rolled , With everlasting murmur deep and loud Choking the ways that wind II ' Mongst the proud piles , the work of hu ...
... waves re- joice . Even here do I behold - Thy steps , Almighty ! — here , amidst the crowd Through the great city rolled , With everlasting murmur deep and loud Choking the ways that wind II ' Mongst the proud piles , the work of hu ...
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... waves that leap On his long - murmuring marge of sand Come like that deep , when , o'er his brim , He rises , all his floods to pour , And flings the proudest barks that swim , A helpless wreck , against the shore ! Few , few were they ...
... waves that leap On his long - murmuring marge of sand Come like that deep , when , o'er his brim , He rises , all his floods to pour , And flings the proudest barks that swim , A helpless wreck , against the shore ! Few , few were they ...
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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.