An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of American Poetry in the Nineteenth CenturyEdmund Clarence Stedman Houghton, Mifflin, 1900 - Всего страниц: 878 Added t.p., engraved. |
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... Children of the Night . - MESSRS . A. S. BARNES & Co. , New York . Ray Palmer : Poetical Works . MESSRS BENZIGER ... Child is Born ; " W. T. Meredith : " Farragut ; " Harriet Monroe : " A Farewell ; " Harriet S. Morgridge : " Mother ...
... Children of the Night . - MESSRS . A. S. BARNES & Co. , New York . Ray Palmer : Poetical Works . MESSRS BENZIGER ... Child is Born ; " W. T. Meredith : " Farragut ; " Harriet Monroe : " A Farewell ; " Harriet S. Morgridge : " Mother ...
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... CHILDREN'S HOUR . ULALUME 151 122 • THE CUMBERLAND 123 THE BELLS OF LYNN 123 • CHAUCER 124 AMERICA MILTON • 124 ... CHILD " THE DROWNED MARINER 126 127 John Greenleaf Whittier Samuel Francis Smith Ray Palmer Oliver Wendell Holmes ...
... CHILDREN'S HOUR . ULALUME 151 122 • THE CUMBERLAND 123 THE BELLS OF LYNN 123 • CHAUCER 124 AMERICA MILTON • 124 ... CHILD " THE DROWNED MARINER 126 127 John Greenleaf Whittier Samuel Francis Smith Ray Palmer Oliver Wendell Holmes ...
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... CHILD IN THE STREET FALSTAFF'S SONG 336 TO A LADY THE WORLD WELL LOST 337 THE GUERDON HELEN KELLER 337 TORCH - LIGHT IN AUTUMN MORGAN 338 IRELAND • ON A GREAT MAN WHOSE MIND IS LEAVES AT MY WINDOW CLOUDING • 338 THE LOST GENIUS SI ...
... CHILD IN THE STREET FALSTAFF'S SONG 336 TO A LADY THE WORLD WELL LOST 337 THE GUERDON HELEN KELLER 337 TORCH - LIGHT IN AUTUMN MORGAN 338 IRELAND • ON A GREAT MAN WHOSE MIND IS LEAVES AT MY WINDOW CLOUDING • 338 THE LOST GENIUS SI ...
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... CHILD'S WISH 402 403 390 390 Francis Bret Harte AT THE HACIENDA 403 CHIQUITA 403 · 391 GRIZZLY 404 · 391 CROTALUS . 404 " JIM " 405 THE SOCIETY UPON THE STANISLAUS 405 THE AGED STRANGER . 406 391 MADROÑO . • 407 . 391 WHAT THE BULLET ...
... CHILD'S WISH 402 403 390 390 Francis Bret Harte AT THE HACIENDA 403 CHIQUITA 403 · 391 GRIZZLY 404 · 391 CROTALUS . 404 " JIM " 405 THE SOCIETY UPON THE STANISLAUS 405 THE AGED STRANGER . 406 391 MADROÑO . • 407 . 391 WHAT THE BULLET ...
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... CHILD 477 · АH , BE NOT FALSE . 477 POE'S COTTAGE AT FORDHAM • 487 • OF ONE WHO NEITHER SEES NOR HEARS 477 REMEMBRANCE 488 • · THE BIRDS OF BETHLEHEM 478 WE WALKED AMONG THE WHISPERING PINES 488 NOEL · 478 • THE LIGHT'OOD FIRE THE SONG ...
... CHILD 477 · АH , BE NOT FALSE . 477 POE'S COTTAGE AT FORDHAM • 487 • OF ONE WHO NEITHER SEES NOR HEARS 477 REMEMBRANCE 488 • · THE BIRDS OF BETHLEHEM 478 WE WALKED AMONG THE WHISPERING PINES 488 NOEL · 478 • THE LIGHT'OOD FIRE THE SONG ...
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Стр. 141 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
Стр. 110 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Стр. 115 - T is but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Стр. 146 - 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; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Стр. 51 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, - the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods - rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Стр. 146 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows...
Стр. 91 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.
Стр. 227 - ... the prize we sought is won. The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Стр. 115 - UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Стр. 140 - To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! Israfel And the angel...