American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... Last Reader Stanzas ALBERT PIKE- To Somnus · To Spring S. MARGARET FULLER OSSOLI- Orpheus Encouragement Το — , with Heartsease Sub Rosâ Crux 193 193 194 194 JONES VERY- Enoch The Trees of Life ALFRED B. STREET- X CONTENTS .
... Last Reader Stanzas ALBERT PIKE- To Somnus · To Spring S. MARGARET FULLER OSSOLI- Orpheus Encouragement Το — , with Heartsease Sub Rosâ Crux 193 193 194 194 JONES VERY- Enoch The Trees of Life ALFRED B. STREET- X CONTENTS .
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... Spring EDGAR ALLAN POE- The Haunted Palace . Annabel Lee The City in the Sea To Zante Dreamland Israfel : PAGE 195 19 197 199 202 203 205 206 207 208 For Annie To One in Paradise 210 213 The Sleeper . 214 A Dream within a Dream 215 To F ...
... Spring EDGAR ALLAN POE- The Haunted Palace . Annabel Lee The City in the Sea To Zante Dreamland Israfel : PAGE 195 19 197 199 202 203 205 206 207 208 For Annie To One in Paradise 210 213 The Sleeper . 214 A Dream within a Dream 215 To F ...
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... An Oriental Idyl From the North RICHARD HENRY STODDARD- Spring A Dirge The Yellow Moon HENRY W. PARKER- The Dead - Watch 385 390 · 394 · 395 396 398 • 398 399 JOHN HAY- PAGE The Monks of Basle . Remorse The xiv CONTENTS .
... An Oriental Idyl From the North RICHARD HENRY STODDARD- Spring A Dirge The Yellow Moon HENRY W. PARKER- The Dead - Watch 385 390 · 394 · 395 396 398 • 398 399 JOHN HAY- PAGE The Monks of Basle . Remorse The xiv CONTENTS .
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... Spring T. H. CHIVERS- Apostrophe to Time . Carol . • Lament on the Death of my Mother ttttt 486 487 489 489 490 ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH- Despondency . Charity , in despair of Justice . 492 492 EMILY JUDSON- My Bird 493 SARAH J. CLARKE ...
... Spring T. H. CHIVERS- Apostrophe to Time . Carol . • Lament on the Death of my Mother ttttt 486 487 489 489 490 ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH- Despondency . Charity , in despair of Justice . 492 492 EMILY JUDSON- My Bird 493 SARAH J. CLARKE ...
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... spring opens , we then take the hoe , And make the ground ready to plant and to sow . Our corn being planted and seed being sown , The worms destroy much before it is grown ; 1 Written towards 1630 ; the oldest known composition in Eng ...
... spring opens , we then take the hoe , And make the ground ready to plant and to sow . Our corn being planted and seed being sown , The worms destroy much before it is grown ; 1 Written towards 1630 ; the oldest known composition in Eng ...
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Abraham Davenport amid angels Annabel Lee Auber Azteque beauty bells beneath bird bloom Born breath bright child clouds cold Dæmon dark dead death deep door dream earth eternal evermore eyes face fair fear feet flow flowers gentle gleam glow gold gone grave green grey hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills Israfel lake land leaves Leaves of Grass light living lonely look Lord Martha Mason MEXITLIS moon morning mountain murmuring never night o'er passed pine Pleiads poems Quoth the Raven Ramoth red levin rill river round Saadi seemed shade shadows shalt shining shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow song soul sound Spring stars stream strong summer sweet tell thine thou thought of thee tree voice walked Walt Whitman wandered waters wave weary wild wind wings wood
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Стр. 10 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Стр. 204 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Стр. 281 - THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
Стр. 226 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
Стр. 15 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulcher.
Стр. 203 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Стр. 223 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Стр. 16 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Стр. 323 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Стр. 216 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...