American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... bright sun ; Yet then a place she finds , And all beneath the sultry calm lies hush ; - Till o'er the chafed and darkening ocean rush The squally August winds . Behold her yet once more , And oh how beautiful ! Late in the wane Of the ...
... bright sun ; Yet then a place she finds , And all beneath the sultry calm lies hush ; - Till o'er the chafed and darkening ocean rush The squally August winds . Behold her yet once more , And oh how beautiful ! Late in the wane Of the ...
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... bright as thine own sunny sky . Ay , let them rail - those haughty ones- While safe thou dwellest with thy sons . They do not know how loved thou art- How many a fond and fearless heart Would rise to throw Its life between thee and the ...
... bright as thine own sunny sky . Ay , let them rail - those haughty ones- While safe thou dwellest with thy sons . They do not know how loved thou art- How many a fond and fearless heart Would rise to throw Its life between thee and the ...
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... bright and gay The scenes of life before me lay . Then glorious hopes , that now to speak Would bring the blood into my cheek , Passed o'er me ; and I wrote , on high , A name I deemed should never die . Years change thee not . Upon yon ...
... bright and gay The scenes of life before me lay . Then glorious hopes , that now to speak Would bring the blood into my cheek , Passed o'er me ; and I wrote , on high , A name I deemed should never die . Years change thee not . Upon yon ...
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... bright As when thou met'st my infant sight . And I shali sleep - and on thy side , As ages after ages glide . Children their early sports shall try , And pass to hoary age , and die . But thou , unchanged from year to year , Gayly shalt ...
... bright As when thou met'st my infant sight . And I shali sleep - and on thy side , As ages after ages glide . Children their early sports shall try , And pass to hoary age , and die . But thou , unchanged from year to year , Gayly shalt ...
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... bright with stars , and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest , Summoning , from the innumerable boughs , The strange deep harmonies that haunt his breast : Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows The shutting flower , and ...
... bright with stars , and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest , Summoning , from the innumerable boughs , The strange deep harmonies that haunt his breast : Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows The shutting flower , and ...
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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...