Representative American PoetryEdwin Bradley Richards Charles E. Merrill Company, 1919 - 158 pagini |
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Pagina 11
... smoke . When the firing stopped , Key watched the outlines of the fort gradually re - appear until finally , with unbounded joy , he saw that the flag still floated in defiance of the shot and shell hurled against it . Inspired by that ...
... smoke . When the firing stopped , Key watched the outlines of the fort gradually re - appear until finally , with unbounded joy , he saw that the flag still floated in defiance of the shot and shell hurled against it . Inspired by that ...
Pagina 19
... smoke , To ward away the battle - stroke , And bid its blendings shine afar , Like rainbows on the cloud of war , The harbingers of victory ! Flag of the brave ! thy folds shall fly , The sign of hope and triumph high , When speaks the ...
... smoke , To ward away the battle - stroke , And bid its blendings shine afar , Like rainbows on the cloud of war , The harbingers of victory ! Flag of the brave ! thy folds shall fly , The sign of hope and triumph high , When speaks the ...
Pagina 44
... smoke of cannon clouding through the mountain rain . " Holy Mother ! keep our brothers ! Look , Ximena , look once more . " Still I see the fearful whirlwind rolling darkly as be- fore , Bearing on , in strange confusion , friend and ...
... smoke of cannon clouding through the mountain rain . " Holy Mother ! keep our brothers ! Look , Ximena , look once more . " Still I see the fearful whirlwind rolling darkly as be- fore , Bearing on , in strange confusion , friend and ...
Pagina 45
... smoke is lifting : Blessed Mother save my brain ! I can see the wounded crawling slowly out from heaps of slain . Now they stagger , blind and bleeding ; now they fall , and strive to rise ; Hasten , sisters , haste and save them , lest ...
... smoke is lifting : Blessed Mother save my brain ! I can see the wounded crawling slowly out from heaps of slain . Now they stagger , blind and bleeding ; now they fall , and strive to rise ; Hasten , sisters , haste and save them , lest ...
Pagina 48
... ashes , spring afresh the Eden flowers ; From its smoking hell of battle , Love and Pity send their prayer , And still the white - winged angels hover dimly in the air ! BARCLAY OF URY JOHN G. WHITTIER The hero of this 48 AMERICAN POETRY.
... ashes , spring afresh the Eden flowers ; From its smoking hell of battle , Love and Pity send their prayer , And still the white - winged angels hover dimly in the air ! BARCLAY OF URY JOHN G. WHITTIER The hero of this 48 AMERICAN POETRY.
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
American battle Battle of Liège beautiful beneath birds blood born boy's brave breath Darius dark dead death dreams earth EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN EDWARD ROWLAND SILL EDWIN MARKHAM eyes feet flag flame gleam glory grave hand head hear heard heart heaven HENRY VAN DYKE hill hour JOHN JOHN JAMES INGALLS JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY JOYCE KILMER King land light lips living long thoughts LONGFELLOW look Lord Lowell mighty never night o'er once peace poem poet poetry Prairie Belle roar round sail sang shining ship shore silent singing smile smoke song soul Star-Spangled Banner stars stood storm stream streets strong sweet sword thee THEODORE O'HARA thet thing thou thoughts of youth thunder VACHEL LINDSAY verse vigil voice wave Whitman WHITTIER wild wind wind's wings Ximena York youth are long
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Pagina 18 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there! She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle-bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land!
Pagina 117 - BOWED by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world. Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing that grieves not and that never hopes, Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?
Pagina 60 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Pagina 12 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Pagina 37 - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear- old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Pagina 12 - O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there...
Pagina 77 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead.
Pagina 116 - The tolerance and equity of light That gives as freely to the shrinking flower As to the great oak flaring to the wind — To the grave's low hill as to the Matterhorn That shoulders out the sky.
Pagina 38 - Spanish sailors with bearded lips, And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: ' A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Pagina 18 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which 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.