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 Added t.p., engraved. |
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... o'er moistening dews , In habit for the chase arrayed , The hunter still the deer pursues , The hunter and the deer a shade ! And long shall timorous Fancy see The painted chief , and pointed spear , And Reason's self shall bow the knee ...
... o'er moistening dews , In habit for the chase arrayed , The hunter still the deer pursues , The hunter and the deer a shade ! And long shall timorous Fancy see The painted chief , and pointed spear , And Reason's self shall bow the knee ...
Pagina 13
... o'er , And autumn slow enters so silent and sallow , And millions of warblers , that charmed us before , Have fled in the train of the sun - seeking swallow , The blue - bird forsaken , yet true to his home , Still lingers , and looks ...
... o'er , And autumn slow enters so silent and sallow , And millions of warblers , that charmed us before , Have fled in the train of the sun - seeking swallow , The blue - bird forsaken , yet true to his home , Still lingers , and looks ...
Pagina 16
... O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ! And the rocket's red glare , the bombs bursting in air , Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ; O ! say , does that star - spangled banner yet wave O'er ...
... O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ! And the rocket's red glare , the bombs bursting in air , Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ; O ! say , does that star - spangled banner yet wave O'er ...
Pagina 17
... O'er the land of the free , and the home of the brave . O ! thus be it ever , when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation ! Blest with victory and peace , may the heav'n - rescued land Praise the power ...
... O'er the land of the free , and the home of the brave . O ! thus be it ever , when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation ! Blest with victory and peace , may the heav'n - rescued land Praise the power ...
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... O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore ! For thou with magic might Canst reach to where the light Of Phoebus travels bright The world o'er ! The Genius of our clime , From his pine - embattled steep , Shall hail the guest sublime ...
... O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore ! For thou with magic might Canst reach to where the light Of Phoebus travels bright The world o'er ! The Genius of our clime , From his pine - embattled steep , Shall hail the guest sublime ...
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An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections Illustrating the Editor's ... Edmund Clarence Stedman Vizualizare completă - 1900 |
An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections, Illustrating the Editor's ... Edmund Clarence Stedman Vizualizare completă - 1900 |
An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections, Illustrating the Editor's ... Edmund Clarence Stedman Vizualizare completă - 1900 |
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Annabel Lee art thou Atlantic Monthly beauty bells Ben Bolt beneath bird bloom blow 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 gone 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 lyre mighty moon morning neath never nevermore night o'er pass peace Poems poet 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
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Pagina 141 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
Pagina 110 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Pagina 115 - T is but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
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; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Pagina 51 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, - the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods - rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Pagina 146 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows...
Pagina 91 - 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 227 - ... the prize we sought is won. The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Pagina 115 - UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Pagina 140 - To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! Israfel And the angel...