The Chief American Poets: Selected Poems by Bryant, Poe, Emerson, Longfellow, Whittier, Holmes, Lowell, Whitman and LanierCurtis Hidden Page Houghton Mifflin, 1905 - Всего страниц: 713 |
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... SILENT MELODY THE IRON GATE THE SHADOWS . AT THE SATURDAY CLUB · PALINODE . 462 THE WIND - HARP 462 AFTER THE BURIAL 463 L'ENVOI TO THE MUSE 463 • MASACCIO 465 THE GIRDLE OF FRIENDSHIP TO JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE LYRE OF ANACREON AFTER ...
... SILENT MELODY THE IRON GATE THE SHADOWS . AT THE SATURDAY CLUB · PALINODE . 462 THE WIND - HARP 462 AFTER THE BURIAL 463 L'ENVOI TO THE MUSE 463 • MASACCIO 465 THE GIRDLE OF FRIENDSHIP TO JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE LYRE OF ANACREON AFTER ...
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... SILENT SUN 577 DEATH'S VALLEY 609 • LONG , TOO LONG AMERICA 578 OVER THE CARNAGE ROSE PROPHETIC A VOICE 578 LANIER OUT OF THE ROLLING OCEAN THE CROWD 578 WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN'D ASTRONO- THE DYING WORDS OF STONEWALL JACK- MER 579 SON ...
... SILENT SUN 577 DEATH'S VALLEY 609 • LONG , TOO LONG AMERICA 578 OVER THE CARNAGE ROSE PROPHETIC A VOICE 578 LANIER OUT OF THE ROLLING OCEAN THE CROWD 578 WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN'D ASTRONO- THE DYING WORDS OF STONEWALL JACK- MER 579 SON ...
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... silence from the living , and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe 60 Will share thy destiny . The ... silent halls of death , Thou go not , like the quarry - slave at night , Scourged to his dungeon , but , sustained ...
... silence from the living , and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe 60 Will share thy destiny . The ... silent halls of death , Thou go not , like the quarry - slave at night , Scourged to his dungeon , but , sustained ...
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... silence . He , who sold His conscience to preserve a worthless life , Even while he hugs himself on his escape , Trembles ... silent lessons , taught Thy hand to practise best the lenient art To which thou gavest thy laborious days , And ...
... silence . He , who sold His conscience to preserve a worthless life , Even while he hugs himself on his escape , Trembles ... silent lessons , taught Thy hand to practise best the lenient art To which thou gavest thy laborious days , And ...
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... silent fame , Forgotten arts , and wisdom disappeared . Thine for a space are they Yet shalt thou yield thy treasures up at last : Thy gates shall yet give way , Thy bolts shall fall , inexorable Past ! 40 All that of good and fair Has ...
... silent fame , Forgotten arts , and wisdom disappeared . Thine for a space are they Yet shalt thou yield thy treasures up at last : Thy gates shall yet give way , Thy bolts shall fall , inexorable Past ! 40 All that of good and fair Has ...
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Стр. 104 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Стр. 1 - To a Waterfowl Whither, 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. 100 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...
Стр. 287 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace : From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Стр. 69 - The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter 'Little Prig; Bun replied, 'You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you...
Стр. 311 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Стр. 111 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Стр. 362 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!
Стр. 286 - And for him who sat by the chimney lug, Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only, 'It might have been.' Alas for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge ! God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
Стр. 417 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.