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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... winds , the sun from the blue sky Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene . Scarce less the cleft - born wild - flower ... wind , That stirs the stream in play , shall come to thee , 40 Like one that loves thee nor will let thee pass ...
... winds , the sun from the blue sky Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene . Scarce less the cleft - born wild - flower ... wind , That stirs the stream in play , shall come to thee , 40 Like one that loves thee nor will let thee pass ...
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... winds Scarce stir the branches . Lodged in sunny cleft , Where the cold breezes come not , blooms alone The little wind - flower , whose just opened eye Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at- Startling the loiterer in the naked ...
... winds Scarce stir the branches . Lodged in sunny cleft , Where the cold breezes come not , blooms alone The little wind - flower , whose just opened eye Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at- Startling the loiterer in the naked ...
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... wind , And eagle's shriek . There is a precipice 20 That seems a fragment of some mighty wall , Built by the hand ... winds , that struggle with the woods be- low , 40 Come up like ocean murmurs . But the scene Is lovely round ; a ...
... wind , And eagle's shriek . There is a precipice 20 That seems a fragment of some mighty wall , Built by the hand ... winds , that struggle with the woods be- low , 40 Come up like ocean murmurs . But the scene Is lovely round ; a ...
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... winds whisper and the 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 ...
... winds whisper and the 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 ...
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... wind sweeps by , and breaks my dream , And I am in the wilderness alone . 1832 . THE BATTLE - FIELD 1833 . ONCE this ... winds That shake the leaves , and scatter , as they pass , A fragrance from the cedars , thickly set With pale ...
... wind sweeps by , and breaks my dream , And I am in the wilderness alone . 1832 . THE BATTLE - FIELD 1833 . ONCE this ... winds That shake the leaves , and scatter , as they pass , A fragrance from the cedars , thickly set With pale ...
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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.