American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... He sleeps alone : the mountain cloud That night hangs round him , and the breath Of morning scatters , is the shroud That wraps his mortal form in death . High is his couch ; the ocean flood Far , PIERPONT . The Exile at Rest.
... He sleeps alone : the mountain cloud That night hangs round him , and the breath Of morning scatters , is the shroud That wraps his mortal form in death . High is his couch ; the ocean flood Far , PIERPONT . The Exile at Rest.
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... breath flowing in a parting hymn , The Indian Summer , upon Winter's rim , Looks on us sweetly sad . So with the Year of Life . An ordering goodness helps its youth and age , Posts quiet sentries midway every stage , And gives it truce ...
... breath flowing in a parting hymn , The Indian Summer , upon Winter's rim , Looks on us sweetly sad . So with the Year of Life . An ordering goodness helps its youth and age , Posts quiet sentries midway every stage , And gives it truce ...
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... breath of God Fills them , or is withdrawn . The red man , too , Has left the blooming wilds he ranged so long , And , nearer to the Rocky Mountains , sought A wider hunting - ground . The beaver builds No BRYANT . 13.
... breath of God Fills them , or is withdrawn . The red man , too , Has left the blooming wilds he ranged so long , And , nearer to the Rocky Mountains , sought A wider hunting - ground . The beaver builds No BRYANT . 13.
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... breath of God , Come spouting up the unsealed springs to light ; Flowers start from their dark prisons at his feet , The woods , long dumb , awake to hymnings sweet , And morn and eve , whose glimmerings almost meet , Crowd back to ...
... breath of God , Come spouting up the unsealed springs to light ; Flowers start from their dark prisons at his feet , The woods , long dumb , awake to hymnings sweet , And morn and eve , whose glimmerings almost meet , Crowd back to ...
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... breath , into the vast unknown , Sent forth from heaven among the sons of men , And gone into the boundless heaven ... breathing grows more deep ; BRYANT . 25 To the Evening Wind.
... breath , into the vast unknown , Sent forth from heaven among the sons of men , And gone into the boundless heaven ... breathing grows more deep ; BRYANT . 25 To the Evening Wind.
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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...