An American Anthology, 1787-1900Edmund Clarence Stedman Classic Textbooks, 1901 - Всего страниц: 878 |
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... light Of Phoebus travels bright The world o'er ! The Genius of our clime , From his pine - embattled steep , Shall ... light her sighs , And dropped them from the skies ! " No , - never came from aught below This melody of woe , That ...
... light Of Phoebus travels bright The world o'er ! The Genius of our clime , From his pine - embattled steep , Shall ... light her sighs , And dropped them from the skies ! " No , - never came from aught below This melody of woe , That ...
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... light , and love , and joy , we share . Then , sons of light , from Heaven above Some blessed news ye bring . Come ye to chant eternal love And tell how angels sing , And in your breathing , conscious forms to show How purer forms above ...
... light , and love , and joy , we share . Then , sons of light , from Heaven above Some blessed news ye bring . Come ye to chant eternal love And tell how angels sing , And in your breathing , conscious forms to show How purer forms above ...
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... light and truth shall set me free ; Thy light , that no poor slave deceiveth ; Thy truth , that all my soul believeth . They of the East beheld the star - That over Bethlehem's manger glowed ; With joy they hailed it from afar , And ...
... light and truth shall set me free ; Thy light , that no poor slave deceiveth ; Thy truth , that all my soul believeth . They of the East beheld the star - That over Bethlehem's manger glowed ; With joy they hailed it from afar , And ...
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... light the elfin lamp again . Thou hast heard our sentence , Fay ; Hence ! to the water - side , away ! " THE FIRST QUEST The goblin marked his monarch well ; He spake not , but he bowed him low , Then plucked a crimson colon - bell ...
... light the elfin lamp again . Thou hast heard our sentence , Fay ; Hence ! to the water - side , away ! " THE FIRST QUEST The goblin marked his monarch well ; He spake not , but he bowed him low , Then plucked a crimson colon - bell ...
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... light , Betrothed lovers walk in sight Of my low monument ? I would the lovely scene around Might know no sadder sight nor sound . I know that I no more should see The season's glorious show , Nor would its brightness shine for me , Nor ...
... light , Betrothed lovers walk in sight Of my low monument ? I would the lovely scene around Might know no sadder sight nor sound . I know that I no more should see The season's glorious show , Nor would its brightness shine for me , Nor ...
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Стр. 17 - Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto— "In God is our trust.
Стр. 112 - Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Стр. 150 - 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. 16 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps
Стр. 112 - 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. 46 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Стр. 36 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band. " Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and your fires ; Strike — for the green graves of your sires: GoD, and your native land!
Стр. 93 - 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. 204 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Стр. 232 - 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...