The Chief American Poets: Selected Poems by Bryant, Poe, Emerson, Longfellow, Whittier, Holmes, Lowell, Whitman and Lanier; Ed., with Notes, Reference Lists and Biographical SketchesCurtis Hidden Page Houghton, Mifflin, 1905 - Всего страниц: 713 |
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... order . Exact dates will be found at the end of each poem . WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF GOETHE WOODNOTES I 66 88888888777288173857222222 59 59 59 60 60 61 61 62 63 63 64 885558 3282 £ ******** 88 AMONG THE HILLS . MARGUERITE.
... order . Exact dates will be found at the end of each poem . WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF GOETHE WOODNOTES I 66 88888888777288173857222222 59 59 59 60 60 61 61 62 63 63 64 885558 3282 £ ******** 88 AMONG THE HILLS . MARGUERITE.
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... HILLS . MARGUERITE IN SCHOOL - DAYS MY. SAADI MUSKETAQUID NATURE DAYS Two RIVERS BRAHMA ODE , SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL , CONCORD , JULY 4 , 1857 SEASHORE WALDEINSAMKEIT FRAGMENTS ON NATURE and LIFE® FRAGMENTS ON THE POET AND THE POETIC GIFT ...
... HILLS . MARGUERITE IN SCHOOL - DAYS MY. SAADI MUSKETAQUID NATURE DAYS Two RIVERS BRAHMA ODE , SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL , CONCORD , JULY 4 , 1857 SEASHORE WALDEINSAMKEIT FRAGMENTS ON NATURE and LIFE® FRAGMENTS ON THE POET AND THE POETIC GIFT ...
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... HILLS . MARGUERITE IN SCHOOL - DAYS MY TRIUMPH 611 612 612 616 617 617 619 620 620 621. THE FAREWELL OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE- ix CONDUCTOR BRADLEY MOTHER 263 A MYSTERY 341 THE MERRIMAC 264 THE PRAYER OF Agassiz 342 MEMORIES 265 A SEA DREAM ...
... HILLS . MARGUERITE IN SCHOOL - DAYS MY TRIUMPH 611 612 612 616 617 617 619 620 620 621. THE FAREWELL OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE- ix CONDUCTOR BRADLEY MOTHER 263 A MYSTERY 341 THE MERRIMAC 264 THE PRAYER OF Agassiz 342 MEMORIES 265 A SEA DREAM ...
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... hills Rock - ribbed and ancient as the sun , the vales - Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods - rivers that move 40 In majesty , and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and , poured round all ...
... hills Rock - ribbed and ancient as the sun , the vales - Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods - rivers that move 40 In majesty , and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and , poured round all ...
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... hills , The quiet dells retiring far between , With gentle invitation to explore Their windings , were a calm society That talked with me and soothed me . the chant 10 Then Of birds , and chime of brooks , and soft caress Of the fresh ...
... hills , The quiet dells retiring far between , With gentle invitation to explore Their windings , were a calm society That talked with me and soothed me . the chant 10 Then Of birds , and chime of brooks , and soft caress Of the fresh ...
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Acadian beauty bells beneath bird breath cloud dark dead dear death door dream earth edition Emerson Evangeline eyes face feet flowers forest gleam golden grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hiawatha hills James Russell Lowell John Greenleaf Whittier Kenabeek land laugh leaves Leaves of Grass light lips living Longfellow look Lowell maiden meadows Mondamin moon morning mountain never Nevermore night Nokomis o'er Oliver Wendell Holmes Osseo Pau-Puk-Keewis poem poet Ralph Waldo Emerson river rose round sail seemed shadow shining shore Sidney Lanier silent sing sleep smile snow song soul sound Specimen Days spirit stars stood strong summer sweet thee thet thine things thou thought trees verse voice Walt Whitman wandering waves Whittier wigwam wild wind woods words young youth
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