An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of American Poetry in the Nineteenth CenturyEdmund Clarence Stedman Houghton, Mifflin, 1900 - Всего страниц: 878 |
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... o'er , And autumn slow enters so silent and sallow , And millions of warblers , that charmed us before , Have fled in the train of the sun - seeking swallow , The blue - bird forsaken , yet true to his home , Still lingers , and looks ...
... o'er , And autumn slow enters so silent and sallow , And millions of warblers , that charmed us before , Have fled in the train of the sun - seeking swallow , The blue - bird forsaken , yet true to his home , Still lingers , and looks ...
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... O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ! And the rocket's red glare , the bombs bursting in air , Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ; O ! say , does that star - spangled banner yet wave O'er ...
... O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ! And the rocket's red glare , the bombs bursting in air , Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ; O ! say , does that star - spangled banner yet wave O'er ...
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... O'er the land of the free , and the home of the brave . 0 ! thus be it ever , when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation ! Blest with victory and peace , may the heav'n - rescued land Praise the power ...
... O'er the land of the free , and the home of the brave . 0 ! thus be it ever , when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation ! Blest with victory and peace , may the heav'n - rescued land Praise the power ...
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... O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore ! For thou with magic might Canst reach to where the light Of Phoebus travels bright The world o'er ! The Genius of our clime , From his pine - embattled steep , Shall hail the guest sublime ...
... O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore ! For thou with magic might Canst reach to where the light Of Phoebus travels bright The world o'er ! The Genius of our clime , From his pine - embattled steep , Shall hail the guest sublime ...
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... o'er the waves dost fly ? O , rather , bird , with me Through the fair land rejoice ! Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale , As driven by a beating storm at sea ; Thy cry is weak and scared , As if thy mates had shared The doom ...
... o'er the waves dost fly ? O , rather , bird , with me Through the fair land rejoice ! Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale , As driven by a beating storm at sea ; Thy cry is weak and scared , As if thy mates had shared The doom ...
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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.