An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of American Poetry in the Nineteenth CenturyEdmund Clarence Stedman Houghton, Mifflin, 1900 - 878 pagini |
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... STRONG • Walter Learned WITH A SPRAY OF APPLE BLOSSOMS 502 · EVERY ONE TO HIS OWN WAY EVENING SONGS THE LAST RESERVATION THE SKILFUL LISTENER 502 WHITHER • 515 515 . 515 515 . 516 516 IN EXPLANATION 503 TO CRITICS 503 O. C. auringer ...
... STRONG • Walter Learned WITH A SPRAY OF APPLE BLOSSOMS 502 · EVERY ONE TO HIS OWN WAY EVENING SONGS THE LAST RESERVATION THE SKILFUL LISTENER 502 WHITHER • 515 515 . 515 515 . 516 516 IN EXPLANATION 503 TO CRITICS 503 O. C. auringer ...
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... strong , 1 See BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE , p . 778 . Timothy Dwight. Why hither come , on vagrant wing ? Does Bacchus tempting seem , - - Did he for you this glass prepare Will I admit you to a share ? ? Did storms harass or foes perplex , Did ...
... strong , 1 See BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE , p . 778 . Timothy Dwight. Why hither come , on vagrant wing ? Does Bacchus tempting seem , - - Did he for you this glass prepare Will I admit you to a share ? ? Did storms harass or foes perplex , Did ...
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... strong ; And if despondency weigh down Thy spirit's fluttering pinions then , Despair thy name is written on The roll of common men . - There have been loftier themes than his , And longer scrolls , and louder lyres , And lays lit up ...
... strong ; And if despondency weigh down Thy spirit's fluttering pinions then , Despair thy name is written on The roll of common men . - There have been loftier themes than his , And longer scrolls , and louder lyres , And lays lit up ...
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... Strong sense , deep feeling , passions strong , A hate of tyrant and of knave , A love of right , a scorn of wrong , Of coward and of slave ; A kind , true heart , a spirit high , That could not fear and would not bow , Were written in ...
... Strong sense , deep feeling , passions strong , A hate of tyrant and of knave , A love of right , a scorn of wrong , Of coward and of slave ; A kind , true heart , a spirit high , That could not fear and would not bow , Were written in ...
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... strong angel's call ? Hark ! hark ! the requiem swells , A deep , soul - thrilling strain ! An echo , never to be heard By mortal ear again . A requiem for the chief , Whose fiat millions slew , The soaring eagle of the Alps , The ...
... strong angel's call ? Hark ! hark ! the requiem swells , A deep , soul - thrilling strain ! An echo , never to be heard By mortal ear again . A requiem for the chief , Whose fiat millions slew , The soaring eagle of the Alps , The ...
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Annabel Lee art thou beauty bells Ben Bolt beneath bird bloom blow Blynken brave breast breath bright brow cardinal bird child cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feet flame flowers glory glow golden grass grave gray green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills Israfel Joseph Rodman Drake Kingston Bridge kiss Kree land light lips live lonely look Lord lyre mighty moon morning neath never nevermore night o'er pass peace Poems poets rose round sail shadows shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow soft song Sonnets sorrow soul sound spirit stars strong summer sweet tears tell tempest thee thine things thou art thought tree verse voice W. D. Howells wave weary wild wind wings wood York City
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Pagina 106 - Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 49 - 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.
Pagina 147 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me ; Yes ! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Pagina 150 - Her deck once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee ; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea...
Pagina 12 - O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets...
Pagina 12 - O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps
Pagina 145 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago), And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
Pagina 89 - 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.
Pagina 149 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.