American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... eyes : And armed warriors all around him stand , ` And , as he struggles , tighten every band , And lift the heavy spear , with threatening hand , To pierce the victim , should he strive to rise . Yet Oh , when that wronged spirit of ...
... eyes : And armed warriors all around him stand , ` And , as he struggles , tighten every band , And lift the heavy spear , with threatening hand , To pierce the victim , should he strive to rise . Yet Oh , when that wronged spirit of ...
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... eyes : To me they beamed but mournfully , My heart was cold with sighs . They seemed , indeed , like summer friends-- Alas ! no warmth had they ; I turned in sorrow from their glare , Impatient turned away . And tear - drops gathered in ...
... eyes : To me they beamed but mournfully , My heart was cold with sighs . They seemed , indeed , like summer friends-- Alas ! no warmth had they ; I turned in sorrow from their glare , Impatient turned away . And tear - drops gathered in ...
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... eyes of mine , And ne'er in happier bridal bower Than hers smiled rose and orange - flower Through green leaves glad and gay , When bridesmaids , grouped around her room In youth's , in truth's , in beauty's bloom , Entwined , with ...
... eyes of mine , And ne'er in happier bridal bower Than hers smiled rose and orange - flower Through green leaves glad and gay , When bridesmaids , grouped around her room In youth's , in truth's , in beauty's bloom , Entwined , with ...
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... thy westering sun , Thy bark has reached a quiet shore , And rests , with slumbering sail and oar , Fast anchored near a cottage door , Thy home of pleasantness and peace , Of Love , with eyes of heaven's blue , And 38 HALLECK .
... thy westering sun , Thy bark has reached a quiet shore , And rests , with slumbering sail and oar , Fast anchored near a cottage door , Thy home of pleasantness and peace , Of Love , with eyes of heaven's blue , And 38 HALLECK .
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American poems. Of Love , with eyes of heaven's blue , And Health , with cheek of rose's hue , And Riches , with " the Golden Fleece . " Where she , the Bride , a Mother now , Encircled round with sons and daughters , Waits my ...
American poems. Of Love , with eyes of heaven's blue , And Health , with cheek of rose's hue , And Riches , with " the Golden Fleece . " Where she , the Bride , a Mother now , Encircled round with sons and daughters , Waits my ...
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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...