American poems, selected and ed. by W.M. RossettiWard, 1873 - Всего страниц: 512 |
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... night's cold noon ; His bark canoe , its track of light Left on the wave beneath the moon ; His dance , his yell , his council - fire , The altar where his victim lay , His death - song and his funeral pyre , That still , strong tide ...
... night's cold noon ; His bark canoe , its track of light Left on the wave beneath the moon ; His dance , his yell , his council - fire , The altar where his victim lay , His death - song and his funeral pyre , That still , strong tide ...
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... night , Scourged to his dungeon , but , sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust , approach thy grave , Like one that draws the drapery of his couch About him , and lies down to pleasant dreams . THE ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM . HERE are ...
... night , Scourged to his dungeon , but , sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust , approach thy grave , Like one that draws the drapery of his couch About him , and lies down to pleasant dreams . THE ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM . HERE are ...
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... their dark prisons at his feet , The woods , long dumb , awake to hymnings sweet , And morn and eve , whose glimmerings almost meet , Crowd back to narrow bounds the ancient night . O MOTHER OF A MIGHTY RACE . O MOTHER of 20 BRYANT .
... their dark prisons at his feet , The woods , long dumb , awake to hymnings sweet , And morn and eve , whose glimmerings almost meet , Crowd back to narrow bounds the ancient night . O MOTHER OF A MIGHTY RACE . O MOTHER of 20 BRYANT .
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... night's repose , Like flowers at set of sun . Come to the bridal chamber , Death ! Come to the mother's , when she feels , For the first time , her first - born's breath ; Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke ...
... night's repose , Like flowers at set of sun . Come to the bridal chamber , Death ! Come to the mother's , when she feels , For the first time , her first - born's breath ; Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke ...
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... NIGHT . Am I not all alone ? -The world is still In passionless slumber , -not a tree but feels The far - pervading ... night , " Not all alone : Nature is round thee with her banded powers , And ancient genius haunts thee in these hours ...
... NIGHT . Am I not all alone ? -The world is still In passionless slumber , -not a tree but feels The far - pervading ... night , " Not all alone : Nature is round thee with her banded powers , And ancient genius haunts thee in these hours ...
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Стр. 15 - 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. 10 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Стр. 226 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
Стр. 321 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will...
Стр. 223 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. '' Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Стр. 321 - Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and...
Стр. 16 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Стр. 216 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...
Стр. 203 - It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Стр. 15 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...