American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... wave beneath the moon ; His dance , his yell , his council - fire , The altar where his victim lay , His death - song and his funeral pyre , That still , strong tide hath borne away . And that pale pilgrim band is gone That on this ...
... wave beneath the moon ; His dance , his yell , his council - fire , The altar where his victim lay , His death - song and his funeral pyre , That still , strong tide hath borne away . And that pale pilgrim band is gone That on this ...
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... wave , And dancing to thy own wild chime , Thou laughest at the lapse of time . The same sweet sounds are in my ear My early childhood loved to hear ; As pure thy limpid waters run , As bright they sparkle to the sun ; As fresh and ...
... wave , And dancing to thy own wild chime , Thou laughest at the lapse of time . The same sweet sounds are in my ear My early childhood loved to hear ; As pure thy limpid waters run , As bright they sparkle to the sun ; As fresh and ...
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... waves till now , Roughening their crests , and scattering high their spray , And swelling the white sail . I welcome thee To the scorched land , thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone -- a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the ...
... waves till now , Roughening their crests , and scattering high their spray , And swelling the white sail . I welcome thee To the scorched land , thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone -- a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the ...
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... waves rejoice . Even here do I behold Thy steps , Almighty ! -here , amidst the crowd . Through the great city rolled , With everlasting murmur , deep and loud- Choking the ways that wind ' Mongst the proud piles , the work of human ...
... waves rejoice . Even here do I behold Thy steps , Almighty ! -here , amidst the crowd . Through the great city rolled , With everlasting murmur , deep and loud- Choking the ways that wind ' Mongst the proud piles , the work of human ...
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... wave Crimson phlox and moccasin flower . There the turtles alight , and there Feeds with her fawn the timid doe ; There , when the winter woods are bare , Walks the wolf on the crackling snow . Soon wilt thou wipe my tears away ; All my ...
... wave Crimson phlox and moccasin flower . There the turtles alight , and there Feeds with her fawn the timid doe ; There , when the winter woods are bare , Walks the wolf on the crackling snow . Soon wilt thou wipe my tears away ; All 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...