American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... round watchfires told . Then what are we ? then what are we ? Yes , when two hundred years have rolled O'er our green graves , our names shall be A morning dream , a tale that's told . God of our fathers , in whose sight The thousand ...
... round watchfires told . Then what are we ? then what are we ? Yes , when two hundred years have rolled O'er our green graves , our names shall be A morning dream , a tale that's told . God of our fathers , in whose sight The thousand ...
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... round him heaved , while high he stood , A storrny and inconstant world . Hark ! Comes there from the Pyramids , And from Siberia's wastes of snow , And Europe's fields , a voice that bids The world he awed to mourn him ? No. The only ...
... round him heaved , while high he stood , A storrny and inconstant world . Hark ! Comes there from the Pyramids , And from Siberia's wastes of snow , And Europe's fields , a voice that bids The world he awed to mourn him ? No. The only ...
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... rounded billows fixed , And motionless forever . - Motionless ? — 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 ...
... rounded billows fixed , And motionless forever . - Motionless ? — 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 ...
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... round with forests . Fitting floor For this magnificent temple of the sky- With flowers whose glory and whose multitude Rival the constellations ! The great heavens Seem to stoop down upon the scene in love , — A nearer vault , and of a ...
... round with forests . Fitting floor For this magnificent temple of the sky- With flowers whose glory and whose multitude Rival the constellations ! The great heavens Seem to stoop down upon the scene in love , — A nearer vault , and of a ...
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... round all , Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste , — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man . The golden sun , The planets , all the infinite host of heaven , Are shining on the sad abodes of death , Through the ...
... round all , Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste , — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man . The golden sun , The planets , all the infinite host of heaven , Are shining on the sad abodes of death , Through the ...
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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...