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American Song: A Collection of Representative American Poems
Arthur Beaman Simonds
Полный просмотр - 1894
Advance the flag American literature arms Auf Wiedersehen ballads banners beauty bells beneath blossom blue born brave breath Bryant chapparejos CHARLES WARREN STODDARD charm clinking spurs CLINTON SCOLLARD clouds dead death deep died dream earth EDITH MATILDA THOMAS ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN eyes fancy feel flag of Dixie flowers FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD Furl genius GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY gleam glory golden grace grave gray Hamish hand hath hear heart heaven JAMES THOMAS FIELDS Joaquin Miller John Boyle O'Reilly land-bird lands of Long Lanier light literary live Longfellow Lowell Maryland mother never night o'er orchard lands poet poet's poetic poetry rose sail shining shore sing smile snow sombrero song soul sound spirit stars sweet tell thee thine things Thomas Bailey Aldrich thou thoughts trees verse voice waves Whittier wild wind woods writer York
Стр. 8 - 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. 13 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Стр. 12 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Стр. 151 - ... 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. 73 - MY LOST YOUTH. OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear- old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Стр. 71 - So that our foe we saw Laugh as he hailed us. "And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, 'Death!' was the helmsman's hail, 'Death without quarter!
Стр. 209 - Furl it! for the hands that grasped it, And the hearts that fondly clasped it, Cold and dead are lying low; And that Banner — it is trailing, While around it sounds the wailing Of its people in their woe. For, though conquered, they adore it, — Love the cold, dead hands that bore it, Weep for those who fell before it, Pardon those who trailed and tore it; And oh, wildly they deplore it, Now to furl and fold it so!
Стр. 156 - When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here, too, my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand — Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand.
Стр. 211 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar;— The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Стр. 259 - Our faults no tenderness should ask, The chastening stripes must cleanse them all ; But for our blunders— oh, in shame Before the eyes of heaven we fall. ' Earth bears no balsam for mistakes ; Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool That did his will ; but Thou, O Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool...