American Poems, 1776-1900: With Notes and BiographiesAmerican Book Company, 1905 - Всего страниц: 368 |
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... thoughts , " says Emerson ; and the best thoughts of the best Americans are most assuredly worthy of careful study . The notes are intended primarily , not to ask puzzling questions , but to give information . It may be objected by some ...
... thoughts , " says Emerson ; and the best thoughts of the best Americans are most assuredly worthy of careful study . The notes are intended primarily , not to ask puzzling questions , but to give information . It may be objected by some ...
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... thought to claim a tear , O smite thy gentle breast , and say The friends of freedom slumber here ! Thou , who shalt trace this bloody plain , If goodness rules thy generous breast , Sigh for the wasted rural reign ; Sigh for the ...
... thought to claim a tear , O smite thy gentle breast , and say The friends of freedom slumber here ! Thou , who shalt trace this bloody plain , If goodness rules thy generous breast , Sigh for the wasted rural reign ; Sigh for the ...
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... thoughts nor words are free , — The grief is fixed too deeply That mourns a man like thee . MARCO BOZZARIS Ar midnight , in his guarded tent , The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece , her knee in suppliance bent , Should tremble ...
... thoughts nor words are free , — The grief is fixed too deeply That mourns a man like thee . MARCO BOZZARIS Ar midnight , in his guarded tent , The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece , her knee in suppliance bent , Should tremble ...
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... thoughts to her , The measures of her hours ; Her feelings have the fragrancy , The freshness of young flowers ; And lovely passions , changing oft , So fill her , she appears The image of themselves by turns , – The idol of past years ...
... thoughts to her , The measures of her hours ; Her feelings have the fragrancy , The freshness of young flowers ; And lovely passions , changing oft , So fill her , she appears The image of themselves by turns , – The idol of past years ...
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... thought . A few of his best poems , however , seem likely to survive , and his heroic struggle in the waning days of his strength to support his family in comfort will always appeal to men of spirit and honor . UNSEEN SPIRITS THE ...
... thought . A few of his best poems , however , seem likely to survive , and his heroic struggle in the waning days of his strength to support his family in comfort will always appeal to men of spirit and honor . UNSEEN SPIRITS THE ...
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Стр. 196 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Стр. 196 - As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal. Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel — Since God is marching on.
Стр. 58 - 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. 30 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home; A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
Стр. 187 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, 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.
Стр. 58 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Стр. 164 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Стр. 58 - And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock, And, to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Стр. 100 - 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. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe...
Стр. 164 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, 10 Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell, Before thee lies revealed, —...