American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... walked , and wooed In a forgotten language , and old tunes , From instruments of unremembered form , Gave the soft winds a voice . The red man came- The roaming hunter - tribes , warlike and fierce , And the mound - builders vanished ...
... walked , and wooed In a forgotten language , and old tunes , From instruments of unremembered form , Gave the soft winds a voice . The red man came- The roaming hunter - tribes , warlike and fierce , And the mound - builders vanished ...
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... walked perplexed Through the dull haze , along the boundless heath , Like some lone ghost in Mictlan's cheerless gloom Debarred from light and glory . Wandering thus , She came where a great sullen river poured Its turbid waters with a ...
... walked perplexed Through the dull haze , along the boundless heath , Like some lone ghost in Mictlan's cheerless gloom Debarred from light and glory . Wandering thus , She came where a great sullen river poured Its turbid waters with a ...
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... walked ; while underneath , before , behind , Rise dolorous wails and groans protracted long , Sobs of deep anguish , screams of agony , And melancholy sighs , and the fierce yell Of hopeless and intolerable pain . Shuddering , as , in ...
... walked ; while underneath , before , behind , Rise dolorous wails and groans protracted long , Sobs of deep anguish , screams of agony , And melancholy sighs , and the fierce yell Of hopeless and intolerable pain . Shuddering , as , in ...
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... walked amidst his farm , Saying , " ' Tis mine , my children's , and my name's . How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees ; How graceful climb those shadows on my hill ; I fancy those pure waters and the flies Know me as does my ...
... walked amidst his farm , Saying , " ' Tis mine , my children's , and my name's . How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees ; How graceful climb those shadows on my hill ; I fancy those pure waters and the flies Know me as does my ...
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... walked , in earlier days , All was stiff and stark ; Knee - deep snows choked all the ways , In the sky no spark . Firm - braced I sought my ancient woods , Struggling through the drifted roads . The whited desert knew me not , Snow ...
... walked , in earlier days , All was stiff and stark ; Knee - deep snows choked all the ways , In the sky no spark . Firm - braced I sought my ancient woods , Struggling through the drifted roads . The whited desert knew me not , Snow ...
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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...