American PoetryPercy Holmes Boynton, Howard Mumford Jones, George Sherburn, Frank Martindale Webster C. Scribner's sons, 1918 - Всего страниц: 721 |
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... Marching Through Georgia . Henry Clay Work 337 When Johnny Comes Marching Home PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE Aspects of the Pines . The Will and the Wing .. 356 My Study .. 356 Beyond the Potomac . 356 Vicksburg - A Ballad . 357 A Dream of the ...
... Marching Through Georgia . Henry Clay Work 337 When Johnny Comes Marching Home PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE Aspects of the Pines . The Will and the Wing .. 356 My Study .. 356 Beyond the Potomac . 356 Vicksburg - A Ballad . 357 A Dream of the ...
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... marches , to glory we steer ; Between us we share the rich harvest of fame . Recorded on high , 40 Their names never die . Of heroes by sea and by land what a train . To the king , then , God bless him ! The world shall confess him The ...
... marches , to glory we steer ; Between us we share the rich harvest of fame . Recorded on high , 40 Their names never die . Of heroes by sea and by land what a train . To the king , then , God bless him ! The world shall confess him The ...
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... marches to the mill ; The lab'ring mill beneath the burthen groans And showers the future pudding from the stones ; Till the glad housewife greets the pow- der'd gold , 260 And the new crop exterminates the old . Ah , who can sing what ...
... marches to the mill ; The lab'ring mill beneath the burthen groans And showers the future pudding from the stones ; Till the glad housewife greets the pow- der'd gold , 260 And the new crop exterminates the old . Ah , who can sing what ...
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... marching in cap and coat To some tune by fairies played ; - A music heard by thee alone To works as noble led thee on . 60 70 80 Now Love and Pride ; alas ! in vain , Up and down their glances strain . The painted sled stands where it ...
... marching in cap and coat To some tune by fairies played ; - A music heard by thee alone To works as noble led thee on . 60 70 80 Now Love and Pride ; alas ! in vain , Up and down their glances strain . The painted sled stands where it ...
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... marches of the brave ; And prayers of might from martyrs ' cave . Great is the art , Great be the manners , of the bard . He shall not his brain encumber . With the coil of rhythm and number ; 30 But , leaving rule and pale forethought ...
... marches of the brave ; And prayers of might from martyrs ' cave . Great is the art , Great be the manners , of the bard . He shall not his brain encumber . With the coil of rhythm and number ; 30 But , leaving rule and pale forethought ...
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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...