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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... hour , I feel a touch of that depression which follows a long task , and almost ask whether it has been worth completion . Would the labor have been better expended , for example , upon criticism of our prose fictio ? The muse sits ...
... hour , I feel a touch of that depression which follows a long task , and almost ask whether it has been worth completion . Would the labor have been better expended , for example , upon criticism of our prose fictio ? The muse sits ...
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... HOUR OF PEACEFUL REST . WILLIAM BINGHAM. THE INDIAN'S WELCOME TO THE PIL- GRIM FATHERS . 48 THE RETURN OF NAPOLEON FROM ST . HELENA 48 • Charles Sprague William Augustus Muhlenberg I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY HEAVEN'S MAGNIFICENCE · John ...
... HOUR OF PEACEFUL REST . WILLIAM BINGHAM. THE INDIAN'S WELCOME TO THE PIL- GRIM FATHERS . 48 THE RETURN OF NAPOLEON FROM ST . HELENA 48 • Charles Sprague William Augustus Muhlenberg I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY HEAVEN'S MAGNIFICENCE · John ...
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... Hour BROOK SONG 425 THE WILD GEESE 426 THE REED Henry Bernard Carpenter Robert Kelley Weeks HIS STATEMENT OF THE CASE . 426 THE WAYSIDE 426 · Joaquin Miller MEDUSA A SONG FOR LEXINGTON MAN AND NATURE John White Chadwick THE MAKING OF ...
... Hour BROOK SONG 425 THE WILD GEESE 426 THE REED Henry Bernard Carpenter Robert Kelley Weeks HIS STATEMENT OF THE CASE . 426 THE WAYSIDE 426 · Joaquin Miller MEDUSA A SONG FOR LEXINGTON MAN AND NATURE John White Chadwick THE MAKING OF ...
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... hour , The frail duration of a flower . His imaged birds , and painted bowl , And venison , for a journey dressed , Bespeak the nature of the soul , Activity , that wants no rest . His bow for action ready bent , And arrows with a head ...
... hour , The frail duration of a flower . His imaged birds , and painted bowl , And venison , for a journey dressed , Bespeak the nature of the soul , Activity , that wants no rest . His bow for action ready bent , And arrows with a head ...
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... hour : But , luckless wight ! thou couldst not make 1 The bread take form of loaf or cake . As every door wide open stood , In pushed the sow in quest of food ; And , stumbling onwards , with her snout O'erset the churn the cream ran ...
... hour : But , luckless wight ! thou couldst not make 1 The bread take form of loaf or cake . As every door wide open stood , In pushed the sow in quest of food ; And , stumbling onwards , with her snout O'erset the churn the cream ran ...
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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...