American PoetryPercy Holmes Boynton, Howard Mumford Jones, George Sherburn, Frank Martindale Webster C. Scribner's sons, 1918 - Всего страниц: 721 |
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... Brown University , in connection with the use of the Harris collection , and to Mr. W. G. Forsythe , of the Boston Public Library , in connection with use of the haven for students over which he presides in the Barton library room ...
... Brown University , in connection with the use of the Harris collection , and to Mr. W. G. Forsythe , of the Boston Public Library , in connection with use of the haven for students over which he presides in the Barton library room ...
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... Brown of Ossawatomie .. 265 Two Rivers . 217 The Waiting ... 266 Waldeinsamkeit . Worship .. The Test . The Titmouse . Voluntaries .. 218 Barbara Frietchie .. 266 218 Laus Deo ! .. 267 218 The Eternal Goodness . 268 219 From " Snow ...
... Brown of Ossawatomie .. 265 Two Rivers . 217 The Waiting ... 266 Waldeinsamkeit . Worship .. The Test . The Titmouse . Voluntaries .. 218 Barbara Frietchie .. 266 218 Laus Deo ! .. 267 218 The Eternal Goodness . 268 219 From " Snow ...
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... Brown Song H. H. Brownell 328 Edna Dean Proctor 329 Glory Hallelujah ! or John Brown's Body Charles Sprague Hall Glory Hallelujah , or New John Brown Song ( Anon . ) 330 Wm . Gilmore Simms 330 The President's Proclamation The Sweet ...
... Brown Song H. H. Brownell 328 Edna Dean Proctor 329 Glory Hallelujah ! or John Brown's Body Charles Sprague Hall Glory Hallelujah , or New John Brown Song ( Anon . ) 330 Wm . Gilmore Simms 330 The President's Proclamation The Sweet ...
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... brown with twilight dread ; Where oft th ' embowel'd captive met his doom , And frequent heav'd , around the hollow tomb ; Scalps hung in rows , and whitening bones were strew'd ; Where , round the broiling babe , fresh from the womb ...
... brown with twilight dread ; Where oft th ' embowel'd captive met his doom , And frequent heav'd , around the hollow tomb ; Scalps hung in rows , and whitening bones were strew'd ; Where , round the broiling babe , fresh from the womb ...
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... Brown the moving por- trait raise , Each rival stroke the force of life con- veys ; See circling Beauties round their tablets stand , And rise immortal from their plastic hand ; Each breathing form preserves its wonted grace , And all ...
... Brown the moving por- trait raise , Each rival stroke the force of life con- veys ; See circling Beauties round their tablets stand , And rise immortal from their plastic hand ; Each breathing form preserves its wonted grace , And all ...
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American Poetry Percy Holmes Boynton,Howard Mumford Jones,George Sherburn,Frank Martindale Webster Полный просмотр - 1918 |
American Poetry Percy Holmes Boynton,Howard Mumford Jones,George Sherburn,Frank Martindale Webster Полный просмотр - 1918 |
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Стр. 431 - 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, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Стр. 535 - Rise up— for you the flag is flung— for you the bugle trills, 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. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,...
Стр. 167 - Shalt thou retire alone — nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world, — with kings, The powerful of the earth, — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, — All in one mighty sepulchre.
Стр. 167 - 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. 234 - 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. 431 - 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!
Стр. 330 - 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. 195 - May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its...
Стр. 254 - 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. 235 - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling...