Representative American PoetryEdwin Bradley Richards Charles E. Merrill Company, 1919 - 158 pagini |
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Pagina 8
... Song of the Camp JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE , 1827-1916 Darius Green and His Flying Machine . 742 77 81 8883 JOHN JAMES INGALLS , 1833-1900 Opportunity 93 EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN , 1833-1908 The Hand of Lincoln 94 Pan in Wall Street . 96 ...
... Song of the Camp JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE , 1827-1916 Darius Green and His Flying Machine . 742 77 81 8883 JOHN JAMES INGALLS , 1833-1900 Opportunity 93 EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN , 1833-1908 The Hand of Lincoln 94 Pan in Wall Street . 96 ...
Pagina 11
... song was first printed by The American of Baltimore as a pamphlet and distributed throughout the camps around the city , from which it spread over the whole country . Army regulations prescribe a certain formality to be observed when ...
... song was first printed by The American of Baltimore as a pamphlet and distributed throughout the camps around the city , from which it spread over the whole country . Army regulations prescribe a certain formality to be observed when ...
Pagina 22
... song , but it cheers not now , For I did not bring home the river and sky ; He sang to my ear , they sang to my eye . The delicate shells lay on the shore ; The bubbles of the latest wave Fresh pearls to their 22 AMERICAN POETRY Each and.
... song , but it cheers not now , For I did not bring home the river and sky ; He sang to my ear , they sang to my eye . The delicate shells lay on the shore ; The bubbles of the latest wave Fresh pearls to their 22 AMERICAN POETRY Each and.
Pagina 28
... song , - " You slay them all ! and wherefore ? for the gain Of a scant handful more or less of wheat , Or rye , or barley , or some other grain , Scratched up at random by industrious feet , Searching for worm or weevil after rain , Or ...
... song , - " You slay them all ! and wherefore ? for the gain Of a scant handful more or less of wheat , Or rye , or barley , or some other grain , Scratched up at random by industrious feet , Searching for worm or weevil after rain , Or ...
Pagina 37
... song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will , And the thoughts of youth are long , long thoughts . " I can see the shadowy lines of its trees , MY LOST YOUTH 37 My Lost Youth The Secret of the.
... song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will , And the thoughts of youth are long , long thoughts . " I can see the shadowy lines of its trees , MY LOST YOUTH 37 My Lost Youth The Secret of the.
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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
Pasaje populare
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.