American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... Arms in Mexico 494 PAUL H. HAYNE- Sonnet 496 ALICE BRADLEY NEAL- Midnight 496 JOHN JAMES PIATT— The Mower in Ohio , June 1864 497 Fires in Illinois 499 Land in Cloud 501 JOHN JAMES PIATT - continued . Rose and Root PAGE xvi CONTENTS .
... Arms in Mexico 494 PAUL H. HAYNE- Sonnet 496 ALICE BRADLEY NEAL- Midnight 496 JOHN JAMES PIATT— The Mower in Ohio , June 1864 497 Fires in Illinois 499 Land in Cloud 501 JOHN JAMES PIATT - continued . Rose and Root PAGE xvi CONTENTS .
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... ray Stops on the highest cloud to play- So thought the gentle Rosalie , As on her maiden reverie First fell the strain of him who stole In music to her soul . } JOHN PIERPONT . [ Born in 1785 , died ALLSTON . 5 WASHINGTON ALLSTON- Rosalie.
... ray Stops on the highest cloud to play- So thought the gentle Rosalie , As on her maiden reverie First fell the strain of him who stole In music to her soul . } JOHN PIERPONT . [ Born in 1785 , died ALLSTON . 5 WASHINGTON ALLSTON- Rosalie.
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... 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 . 7 The Exile at Rest.
... 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 . 7 The Exile at Rest.
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... cloud's deep voice , the wind's low sigh . NATHANIEL LANGDON FROTHINGHAM . [ Born in 1793. Was minister of a Congregational Church from 1815 to 1850 ] . THE FOUR HALCYON POINTS OF THE YEAR . FOUR points divide the skies , Traced by the ...
... cloud's deep voice , the wind's low sigh . NATHANIEL LANGDON FROTHINGHAM . [ Born in 1793. Was minister of a Congregational Church from 1815 to 1850 ] . THE FOUR HALCYON POINTS OF THE YEAR . FOUR points divide the skies , Traced by the ...
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... — No - they are all unchained again . The clouds Sweep over with their shadows , and , beneath , The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye ; 1 Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase The BRYANT II The Prairies II.
... — No - they are all unchained again . The clouds Sweep over with their shadows , and , beneath , The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye ; 1 Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase The BRYANT II The Prairies II.
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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...