An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of American Poetry in the Nineteenth Century

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Edmund Clarence Stedman
Houghton, Mifflin, 1900 - Всего страниц: 878

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PRESCIENCE
37
THE MAN
46
THE INDIANS WELCOME TO THE PIL
48
To A WATERFOWL
54
IN EARLIEST SPRING
55
THE BATTLEFIELD
60
THE DEATH OF SLAVERY
66
MARGARET FULLER
78
George Denison Prentice
84
VARIOUS POEMS BELONGING TO THIS DIVISION
85
VISION
88
THE PROBLEM
91
LIBERTY FOR
102
HYMN TO THE Night
112
FROM THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP
119
A BALLAD OF THE FRENCH FLEET
125
THE BAREFOOT
131
JUDGMENT
140
TO HELEN
144
AIDENN
146
THE BELLS
150
AFTER A LECTURE ON KEATS
156
Frances Anne Kemble
163
THE HIGHER GOOD
166
THE BOBOLINKS
172
Emily Chubbuck Judson
183
COMRADES
189
GEORGE LUNT
190
IT IS NOT DEATH TO
192
FROM RHECUS
202
IN A COPY OF OMAR KHAYYẨM
215
BATTLEHYMN OF THE REPUBLIC
221
OUT OF THE CRADLE ENDLESSLY ROCK
227
FROM WORSHIP
242
THE BIVOUAO OF THE DEAD
249
FROM WHAT IS THE USE?
255
SEASLEEP
261
SHAKESPEARE
263
Thomas Wentworth Higginson
267
O EARTH ART THOU NOT WEARY?
276
ADSUM
285
BLUEBEARDS CLOSET
290
VARIOUS POEMS BELONGING TO THIS DIVISION
296
A STRIP OF BLUE
298
BUT ONCE
305
MITCHELL TIMROD HAYNE MRS JACKSON MISS DICKINSON STEDMAN THE PIATTS
311
AT MAGNOLIA CEMETERY
317
SEABIRDS
327
SONNETS
329
KEARNY AT SEVEN PINES
335
WITH A NANTUCKET SHELL
341
THEOCRITUS
347
PURPOSE
353
TO JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER
358
THE TWO MYSTERIES
362
BEYOND RECALL
364
William Winter
373
APPRECIATION
379
LIBERTY
380
Charlotte Fiske Bates
399
SPARKLING AND BRIGHT
401
JIM
405
OLD FLEMISH LACE
411
THE RISE OF
417
THE CRYSTAL
423
TWILIGHT AT THE HEIGHTS
429
MY UNINVITED GUEST
441
MADELINE BRIDGES
447
66
449
ROLLCALL
455
THE PETRIFIED FERN
461
MOTHER GOOSE SONNETS
473
ABSOLUTION
476
THE ROOMS WIDTH
482
REMEMBRANCE
488

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Стр. 106 - Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Стр. 146 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Стр. 49 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Стр. 147 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me ; Yes ! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Стр. 150 - Her deck once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee ; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea...
Стр. 12 - O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets...
Стр. 12 - O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps
Стр. 145 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago), And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
Стр. 89 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.
Стр. 149 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.

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