Representative American PoetryEdwin Bradley Richards Charles E. Merrill Company, 1919 - 158 pagini |
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Pagina 6
... wrote it . To that end a brief introduction prefaces each poem where the facts warrant it , and a short sketch of the author and his writings is included in the appendix . Neither is intended to be exhaustive even for first - year ...
... wrote it . To that end a brief introduction prefaces each poem where the facts warrant it , and a short sketch of the author and his writings is included in the appendix . Neither is intended to be exhaustive even for first - year ...
Pagina 11
... wrote the immortal words of " The Star - Spangled Banner . " The original flag belongs to Mr. Eben Appleton of New York . It is twenty - eight by thirty feet in size and shows many battle scars . The song was first printed by The ...
... wrote the immortal words of " The Star - Spangled Banner . " The original flag belongs to Mr. Eben Appleton of New York . It is twenty - eight by thirty feet in size and shows many battle scars . The song was first printed by The ...
Pagina 62
... WROTE Some lines once on a time In wondrous merry mood , And thought , as usual , men would say They were exceeding good . They were so queer , so very queer , I laughed as I would die ; Albeit , in the general way , A sober man am I. I ...
... WROTE Some lines once on a time In wondrous merry mood , And thought , as usual , men would say They were exceeding good . They were so queer , so very queer , I laughed as I would die ; Albeit , in the general way , A sober man am I. I ...
Pagina 66
... wrote her name ; Her towers were reared on holy graves ; The golden seed that bore her came Swift - winged with prayer o'er ocean waves . The forest bowed his solemn crest , And open flung his sylvan doors ; Meek Rivers led the ...
... wrote her name ; Her towers were reared on holy graves ; The golden seed that bore her came Swift - winged with prayer o'er ocean waves . The forest bowed his solemn crest , And open flung his sylvan doors ; Meek Rivers led the ...
Pagina 77
... wrote his poem . 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 ...
... wrote his poem . 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 ...
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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.