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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... tell but nature said , Live again , my Caty - did ! Live , and chatter Caty - did . — Tell me , what did Caty do ? Did she mean to trouble you ? Why was Caty not forbid To trouble little Caty - did ? Wrong , indeed , at you to fling ...
... tell but nature said , Live again , my Caty - did ! Live , and chatter Caty - did . — Tell me , what did Caty do ? Did she mean to trouble you ? Why was Caty not forbid To trouble little Caty - did ? Wrong , indeed , at you to fling ...
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... tell , But cheery we would have you go And bid a glad farewell : On lighter wings we bid you fly , - Your dart will now all foes defy . Yet take not , oh ! too deep a drink , And in this ocean die ; Here bigger bees than you might sink ...
... tell , But cheery we would have you go And bid a glad farewell : On lighter wings we bid you fly , - Your dart will now all foes defy . Yet take not , oh ! too deep a drink , And in this ocean die ; Here bigger bees than you might sink ...
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... tell thee ? Oh ! what wisdom fell From lips so hallowed ? Had . The Whether he possess Tetragrammaton , the powerful Name - Inscribed on Moses ' rod , by which he wrought Unheard of wonders , which constrains the Heavens To part with ...
... tell thee ? Oh ! what wisdom fell From lips so hallowed ? Had . The Whether he possess Tetragrammaton , the powerful Name - Inscribed on Moses ' rod , by which he wrought Unheard of wonders , which constrains the Heavens To part with ...
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... tell the home - sick mariner of the shore ; And , listening to thy murmur , he shall deem He hears the rustling leaf and running stream . TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN THOU blossom bright with autumn dew , And colored with the heaven's own ...
... tell the home - sick mariner of the shore ; And , listening to thy murmur , he shall deem He hears the rustling leaf and running stream . TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN THOU blossom bright with autumn dew , And colored with the heaven's own ...
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... tell the breakers near Where thy manly limbs abide ; But the granite rock thy tombstone shall be . Though the edges of thy grave Are the combings of the wave Yet unheeded they shall rave Over thee . At the piping of all hands , When the ...
... tell the breakers near Where thy manly limbs abide ; But the granite rock thy tombstone shall be . Though the edges of thy grave Are the combings of the wave Yet unheeded they shall rave Over thee . At the piping of all hands , When the ...
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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...