An American Anthology, 1787-1900Edmund Clarence Stedman Classic Textbooks, 1901 - Всего страниц: 878 |
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... BOYS TOGETHER NEAR THE LAKE MY MOTHER'S BIBLE WHERE HUDSON'S WAVE JEANNIE MARSH . George Denison Prentice 2222 72 73 73 MEMORIES NEW ENGLAND Additional Selections THE HOUR OF PEACEFUL REST . WILLIAM BINGHAM TABLE OF CONTENTS xxxvii.
... BOYS TOGETHER NEAR THE LAKE MY MOTHER'S BIBLE WHERE HUDSON'S WAVE JEANNIE MARSH . George Denison Prentice 2222 72 73 73 MEMORIES NEW ENGLAND Additional Selections THE HOUR OF PEACEFUL REST . WILLIAM BINGHAM TABLE OF CONTENTS xxxvii.
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... WAVE . THE HEART'S SUMMER Robert Traill Spence Lowell THE BRAVE OLD SHIP , THE ORIENT . 178 THE AFTER - COMERS Henry Peterson WASHINGTON'S STATUE 190 • · 177 . 177 HENRY THEODORE TUCKERMAN II THE STAR OF CALVARY 191 NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE ...
... WAVE . THE HEART'S SUMMER Robert Traill Spence Lowell THE BRAVE OLD SHIP , THE ORIENT . 178 THE AFTER - COMERS Henry Peterson WASHINGTON'S STATUE 190 • · 177 . 177 HENRY THEODORE TUCKERMAN II THE STAR OF CALVARY 191 NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE ...
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... wave O'er the land of the free , and the home of the brave ? On that shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep , Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes , What is that which the breeze , o'er the towering steep , As ...
... wave O'er the land of the free , and the home of the brave ? On that shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep , Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes , What is that which the breeze , o'er the towering steep , As ...
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... wave O'er the land of the free , and the home of the brave . THE OLD MAN'S CAROUSAL DRINK ! drink ! to whom shall we drink ? To a friend or a mistress ? Come , let me think ! To those who are absent , or those who are here ? To the dead ...
... wave O'er the land of the free , and the home of the brave . THE OLD MAN'S CAROUSAL DRINK ! drink ! to whom shall we drink ? To a friend or a mistress ? Come , let me think ! To those who are absent , or those who are here ? To the dead ...
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... wave , For thou , O Lord ! hast power to save . I know thou wilt not slight my call , For Thou dost mark the sparrow's fall ; And calm and peaceful shall I sleep , Rocked in the cradle of the deep . When in the dead of night I lie And ...
... wave , For thou , O Lord ! hast power to save . I know thou wilt not slight my call , For Thou dost mark the sparrow's fall ; And calm and peaceful shall I sleep , Rocked in the cradle of the deep . When in the dead of night I lie And ...
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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...